Grouse Thicket steel in our veins

Good luck! Bridget called after with a slightly bemused smile.  She was in a hurry wherever she was going.  Bridget had found that the one good thing about being without a pack was that she had nothing but time to waste.

She probably should get back to the friends she'd left behind, but she eyed the coyote first.  You up for finding a snack, or do you gotta rush off to some meetup somewhere too?  Bridget asked, her grin growing a little challenging gleam.  If he said no she was going to have to assume it was because he recognized the prowess of an a+ hunter when he saw it and couldn't take the competition.  She wanted to nab a little something to take back to the others.

good to fade here!