[Deep in the Woods]

"I don't recall being flung over your shoulder being part of th- H-HEY, W-WATCH WHERE YOU'RE PUTTING YOUR HAND!!!" Atreyu couldn't see it, but a blush had quickly formed on Kestrel's face from the moment she felt his hand on her rear. She continued to squirm about in protest, but rather unfortunately for her it seemed the werewolf's new grip was proving to be quite effective. Eventually the bird-woman had to admit defeat, and she indignantly resigned herself to her fate.

'A little bumpy' turned out to be a bit of an understatement, and indeed Kestrel found herself having to hang on, wrapping her arms around Atreyu's waist in an effort to make the situation even just slightly less uncomfortable. From her position, dangling over Atreyu's shoulder while basically him, staring at the scenery meant she had to awkwardly crane her neck. Furthermore, it was starting to make her motion sick. But once again misfortune would strike her, because it seemed the only way that she could 'rest' her head would leave her staring at his furry butt. So that's how she would spend her time. Furiously blushing, hugging the werewolf despite all of her complaints, and staring at his rear. Kestrel was far from being happy about this turn of events.