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She hadn't made it any kind of a deal, but Bridget had lessened her visits a bit after the situation with Caracal. She didn't resent Reyes for it or blame him for her need to do so. She was the one who was out of step (both literally and figuratively).

She still needed to go track down Caracal and that bothered her more, of late, because she'd never had to think twice before hitting the road. Now Bridget had to consider how long the travel was, what she would do for food until she learned to get her shit together hunting-wise, and if the former was going to make the latter a problem.

It was getting dark by the time Bridget left the river with a successful catch and scarfed down dinner. Of course, her mind strayed to her friend, and she wondered if Teya had had many opportunities to visit the river herself. She hoped so. At least it was clear now that Reyes was all in for being a dad.

And she should really find other things to focus on, shouldn't she? Bridget let out a breath and smiled, one ear twitching as it caught the sleepy call of a late bird.

She didn't realize who Teya was at first, standing out in the open grass. Bridget hadn't expected to catch her alone and was tempted, nearly, to leave her to it. Peace and quiet was probably hard to come by. She lingered a moment, though, caught watching her. It was just really good to see her without the weight bearing her down.