Grouse Thicket sup.

Figment Redhawk River mulled over his surname for a moment, wondering if he came from a family of red hawks—she giggled, entertained by the absurdity of the idea. "Yeah!" River agreed. "His name is Figment, and he's a Redhawk! He'd make a much better friend than me—I'm just a River!" She lacked the kinship that Figment and the bird shared. "I mean, you can still be my friend, though—I won't bite!" 

Figment's sudden nearness caused her face to flush, and she looked to him shyly. "Oh man," she breathed, realizing the mistake he had just made, "You're totally right, I think that normal birds are scared of hawks." Shit, now what?" 

River watched the bluejay, anticipating it's next move; hopefully, it wouldn't be frightened.