Meadowlark Prairie I hope it's already too late

When she stiffened, he wondered if she disliked what she heard because perhaps someone else had told her something different. Every story had two sides, after all- if not more than that. He was relieved to see that she seemed to take his word of warning seriously. He too would have to reckon with the fact that Nyra was still around- and making a name for herself. 

But he had food to deliver back to Fennec, and Ingrid seemed keen to get back on the move again. He bobbed his head dutifully. "Safe travels, friend," He wished her well, before he carefully picked the eagle carcass up and headed away.