Blackbeak Bluff I'm sending the raven

rhaegal was out. bartholomew insofar as she could see might also be out. his softness suggested a love for any children sired, and mireille would not tolerate it.
it was not yet her time and yet the fiery young leader was filled with anxious thoughts. how had her mothers done it over and again? how had chacal done it? not the act itself but the choosing, the vetting: how to know what man would not want to follow you home and reattach himself like a limpet.
gulls' eggs on the bluff. mireille ran into a flock of them, snapping wildly to rout the birds before she began to plunder their nests. she had not yet caught sight of the man.