Blackbeak Bluff but now you're in love, you know

she cast a thin ear backwards, aware the steely male had elected to shadow her. lowering her snipey muzzle to the ground, caiaphas nosed along the exposed bedrock and haggard tussock until the musky scent of game infiltrated the tall reeds. following it, the thin woman gave no pause, her arched figure cutting through the wind-bent speargrass.

if steele wanted feel-good, bubbly advice to how to get to know anything -- well, it wouldn't come from her. she was hardly the paragon of well-kept relationships, and after what seemed an interminable pause she simply rolled her shoulders, entirely ignoring his question. "you smell any marmot here?"