Cedar Sweep i'll follow the sounds of wings

Gradually her expression softened as the hurt faded, though her mouth still throbbed. The male didn't seem fazed by her glare, and while he didn't seem to be a threat, she was wary all the same, skin prickling.  She was silent until he finished speaking, breaking her silence to offer only a "yes," adding after a moment of thought, "can't find anything else." The girl didn't think it would have been this bad, the winter, driving away the prey and making her sharper, leaner. It was her first, and her first alone, though she would seek to remedy the second soon enough.