The Heartwood With an Angel's Face

he smiled at the answer, a brief puff of air escaping his nostrils in laughter.

would you like to help me hunt them? he asked, turning his head slightly to one side.

it would benefit them both. even a rabbit torn in two would feed tytonidae, who needed to nurse their fiercely nursing duo. he could starve for the while. he thought.

he stood, breathing slowly. i smell more squirrels here, he remarked, eyes instinctually climbing the trees. if they could wait and startle a few. . .