Blackfeather Woods murder frisbee with hyacinthus & apollo: a cautionary tale about dating greek gods

Rowan trailed quietly through the woods.
Searching for fallen messengers.
Or Zephyr. They've both been busy, and Rowan wanted to get to know him better.

The events of their first meeting forged a bond of sorts between them.
It made him feel warm. Removed his loneliness too, though he was never really alone in the woods.
He licked his nose and sniffed the air.
The whiff of one on border patrol drifted to him.
Rowan trotted towards Zephyr's last mark and followed it around to the source; the one themself.

He chuffed softly, slowing his trot as he drew up beside his co-leader.
Tail wagging softly, and a shoulder bump for greeting.
"How's it going?"