Grouse Thicket Bonnie and Clyde

He tried not to think too much of Kingslend and how much trouble they were in with that whole damn pack. It would only dampen his mood and sadden him once again to think about, so the brute simply brushed it away and kept moving forward. Life had simply gone back to normal as it did before then, only with someone else to keep him company and fight off that bitting loneliness he had before. 

He smiled with a mouth full of feathers as she congratulated him, snort tail flip-flopping at the bump of her nose against him before the man dropped their breakfast onto the ground. Black tongue curling and spitting out any lingering feathers that may have stuck to it and any other part of his mouth. Sure can! He sang proudly.

You can smell the ocean too right? We aren't that far now. He wondered who would be there now that could shelter them - preferably away from Kingslend and keep them safe once they find out of them and not chase them off for bringing trouble to their doorstep.