"Kill enough people and it will be again." It wasn't humor - his mind was too busy, whirling around between his ears in a way that left him not minding what came out of his mouth as they treked over and under branches. He needed a hit, he needed the distraction, and badly so. He could feel his feathers ruffling again with a restlessness he couldn't quite define.

"But good. Saves me the energy otherwise spent on a smile. Speaking of, have you managed to get a hold of any of the mushrooms yet? Considering how poorly we failed at our task last time, I'm thinking of sending one of the humans out to do it. A pretty please and some bullshit about it opening at dusk or something.."