Whitebark Stream slowing down

It seemed he had surprised her a bit, or at least had caught her in one of her less dignified moments though he thought nothing of what she was doing in the grass. However comical it may have appeared it looked to him like someone scratching an itch or rolling in scent. Nothing novel to the travelled man. You saw nothing, she said and gave just a slight shrug of his shoulders. He really had not seen anything, but that she thought he had was curious.

He let the subject die, and instead proposed a new one in the form of a question. "That your bunch I heard singing?" He gestured with toward the ridge with his head.