Sindri was on her best behavior. She couldn't even believe she was alive, let alone allowed off the island again, and she was intent to show her Father(s) she was capable of behaving. The fledgling (whom she was debating calling Erebus, Thanatos or Oneiroi, but still had no name) seemed fairly happy with his life nestled within her fur, and while Sindri hoped the Wings could guide him as well in things more birdly than the Cupiddottir was knowledgeable, she was enjoying tending to the little creature. It wasn't her first time patching up some small critter and offering it some food, but it was the first to really seem to trust her, to like her.
Well, she hadn't hurt this one. Sin had certainly hurt her fair share in the attempt to hone her hunting skills and brought them home to nurture for a second chance, and even so none had enjoyed her company. Perhaps the fledgling owlet was simply glad to have a loving family, even of carnivores; but Sindri had been introducing him to everyone she saw, letting them know that the beautiful bird was her companion, her friend, that she loved him as much as her siblings or herself.

His glossy dark grey feathers that glowed purple in the sunlight, his rusty face, his vocal and cheery disposition should all be easy enough to remember, she thought every time she looked at him.... but maybe she was biased.

Leaving the island with everyone, she found, was much more slow... but also much more fun. She had no problems staying in eyeshot of the adults, and often chattered aloud -- not only for Cupid's benefit, but out of sheer joy. The young girl pointed out pretty birds and brought her Papa pretty flowers, bounced around from new scent to new scent when she could, called for her littermates to come see! more times than perhaps they were interested in. At least, it could be said, that while her voice was a constant noise in the background, she was not loud or insistent or screechy, just... enthusiastic. If left ignored, she just kept on talking. She mainly focused on walking ahead of Cupid and flicking things like branches or stones out of the immediate way, as much as she'd like to be roving off to the sides and exploring. When Tyr called for a stop, she glanced back to see Bragi heading towards their pale Father; surely, she wouldn't let him trip over anything if she wanted to sniff around just a little bit?

The charcoal eyed girl stared after Sverke's quick escape, debating following... but she'd never been one to force herself upon the other teenagers, not like she bothered her own littermates. So she steered herself the other way, trotting to and fro from tree to tree as the owlet peeped contentedly and plucked gently at the nape of her neck. She wasn't sure if he was excited too, nesting down for the morning, or telling her to slow down, but she enjoyed the way it felt like he was grooming her. Maybe that's all it was, preening?

She slowed her pace, but strutted about the immediate area with her head to the ground and her tail to the sky.