Tiberius
"Oh Feathers, I'm always saying something, haven't you figured that out?" Tiberius smiled with a toothy grin, looking down at his friend. Still on his hind legs, he watched a chance leaf all off a branch, wistfully floating until it softly joined its sisters on the ground. Not a care in the world.
"I was just saying we should go find some food! This swamp rots, we should get out of here, lazy pup. Gonna stay here until the Alva come eat 'ya? I think I smell them coming already..." Tiberius prodded, pushing himself off and landing with a thump near her. There was nothing worth fishing in the marsh, so he was hoping that she would figure out how to grow them some berries or something useful like that.