Flute the Falcon's page

Looking at the tower, Finn nods, and sends his bird to scout around. Flute flies high up in the air, to get a good view of the top of the tower and the space surrounding it.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Crunch looks up at the bird as they shake Finn's hand, "Interesting name - Flute. Does she sing?"

As if on queue, the small falcon flies and lands on Crunch's shoulder, letting out a quick melody of cheerfully chirps. She nods at the large goblin, and then flies back into the skies.

"Ka-kaaaww!" the bird ruffles her feathers with her large beak, before taking flight in small circles around the group, cheerfully observing the human surrounding her master.

Flute tries to shake off the bloodsucker, scratching and clawing at it.
Bite: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 121d6 ⇒ 2
Claw: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 251d6 ⇒ 1

Flute, irritated at the creature, tries it's best to shake it off.
Bite: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 191d6 ⇒ 4
Talon: 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 6 - 5 = 171d6 ⇒ 2

Flute takes flight, and maneuvers around the back side of the mosquitos swarming the dog, and she takes a claw at black.
Swipe: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 261d6 ⇒ 6
...those rolls haha!

Flute enjoys some scraps thrown to him by his master, and nudges the mug of milk to Twyl, happily wanting to share the refreshing drink with his small friend if he so wants to.

Flute sits on Finn's shoulder, observing the dog cautiously. Noticing how Twyl is unsure, she nudges for the familiar to make his advances if he wants to, letting Twyl know that she will be here, watching, in case anything goes wrong. Like a larger older sister.

Flute spends the majority of the boat ride playing hide and seek with the magical and also flying Twyl. She is happy with her new friend, and it is a good way to pass the time.

Flute quickly jumps up onto the table and picks a few pieces of bread and cheese in his beak, before jumping off and offering them to Twyl to share.

It doesn't take long for Flute to notice Twyl's distress, being the perceptive falcon that he is. He cast's a short whistle, alarming all those who heard it that a large bird of prey would be approaching, uut in a most non intimidating way possible, hops from Finn's shoulder and waddles over to Twyl.

The falcon raises it's left wing, and then nestles it's own head underneath it, indicating to the small furry creature that it can come seek shelter under Flute, if it so wishes to.

An offering, quite unexpected of from a bird of prey.

"Ka-kaaaww!" the bird ruffles his feathers with his large beak.