Barrow Fields singing the symphonies of the overdosed

Thetis returns. Their ragtag gang reunites, and Alaister had his fun of questioning the hawk of her whereabouts when they actually needed her. Safe to say, she hadn’t been amused. Yet she’d found something. The boys are hot on her trail, else they end up with a bald spot from all the fur she’d pluck out in anger at her rebellious children.
Hopefully not another shiny object. The strange, circular item had the bird much too fascinated—Alaister had been intrigued at first, too, until he learned that it bites back and the cut he’d gotten on his gums was less than pleasant. Who knew tin cans weren’t food?