Ptarmigan glances around the field as a chilly wind blows the grass. She spots you, and walks over with a warm smile. Hello, hello! She sits down peacefully, her long, thin tail wrapping around her serrated talons. I'm Ptarmigan, you? She tilts her head, curious and friendly, though small specks of.. blood(?) dapple her talons. What do you say?
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