He could almost burst out into song, but Coda wouldn’t let him. Not when that sharp beak of hers was ready to poke a hole in his skull again. She’d rather abused his regenerative prowess excessively throughout the years, putting him back on track when his impulsive brain drove him to do silly stuff.
Unorthodox to him, he was by his self – Coda being his only companion as the avian raptor perched on his shoulder, wings close to her chest as she took in the heat. The hunter simply tried to prepare some tuna he’d caught at the beach earlier – with this weather, the waters had gotten a bit colder too, so the tunas swam sluggishly. It was kind of going against the normal flow of nature and all, but Daiko took advantage of it while he could. Tuna strips were juicy.
Grinding his teeth into the strip, he let out a pleasant sigh. This weather… reminded him of the raven he met back up north. It was the first time he’d met a bird-person on his caliber, and it was the first time he’d befriended birds other than Coda herself-
“Huh? Coda, where on earth- where ya going?” Daiko asked out loud, watching Coda flap her large wings and take flight without warning. It was as if she’d sensed someone. “Is Ali nearby? I-I should prepare some tuna strips for her as well… or maybe, if I can catch an eel…”