Verdant Basin Forever's a long time

He followed her gaze skyward, spotting the pathetic bundle of feathers. "forget it," he sighed grimly. they couldn't climb, and even if they were able to do so, the thing could easily just fly away. it wouldn't wait for them to catch it. for the one hundredth time, Cas pressed his muzzle against the ground and began to search for scents.

the oily scent of a weasel snuck into his nostrils, and he licked a flood of saliva away from his jaws. "here," the boy grunted, his stride increasing in speed as he moved toward a small, stripped copse of trees.