Flycatcher Downs Thunder only happens when it's raining

as the woman stepped to her shoulder and spoke, astara's tail waved in response before she skulked off. the scent of coyotes was her main attraction, but with a comrade besides her, there was hope of ridding the valley of them versus just harassing them. astara had planned to worry the beasts into leaving, but if there were two of them, things could be done much more efficiently.

she nosed along a patch of bare earth; here a relatively fresh print sunk into the mud. the blackbird stepped back, allowing galena a chance to inspect it if she wished. they were near.

an excited chill ran the blackbird's spine.