Blackfeather Woods driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air

In truth, he’d come here to help mark the borders. It’s something he rarely did for reasons unknown. Every time he did do it, he’d be distracted by the littlest things. It’s bird songs most of the time. He’d stop to listen for a moment, and before he knew it hours had past. This time—again for reasons unknown—he was determined not to let that happen. Phillip was doing a slightly better than usual job before his partner appeared.

Hey, Zephyr! He closed the distance between them, and reached out to touch the silver’s cheek with his nose. What are you doing out here?