Grouse Thicket geimbreika

ensio presented an opening. heda, desperate for something to do besides think about everyone who had left her, latched to that exposed point. "i was hunting." but the note of defensiveness in her voice said otherwise.
she watched him spit out the feathers. when the breeze blew them toward her, she trapped a few underpaw.
"getting away ... permanently?" came her next question. he'd faded from the edges of the summit.