The Tangle hips that could bear you a buffalo

“Eirlys,” the snowdrop replied glumly. She was still childish in many ways, and didn’t consider that she was being a downer on the conversation; she was simply too self-absorbed and crestfallen to care. It was curiosity and not any sort of probing or deliberate attempt to change the subject that caused her to inquire, “Do you live nearby?” Fury smelled like a pack, which Eirlys could only assume was her family unit. “You have to watch out — there are giant birds made of…rocks, or something, and they’re really loud and really scary,” she said with feeling, hoping that the apple-eyed girl and her family would take care. “One of them chased me, but it flew away.”