Grouse Thicket geimbreika

blood on the air. heda pushed into the foliage, looking along the trail of feathers until she found ensio there.
he stared at his kill and she stared at him, how he had grown large and muscular and rangy. but he had always been those things. it was just that the last of the playfulness had gone out of them both. the girl lifted her head and approached, scuffing her paws along a patch of downy feathers caught in the grass.
"good catch." her voice was as empty as his eyes seemed to be.