Two Rivers Isle My dad would have been so upset

Goliad still seemed... upset? shocked? He shook the fur from his short red coat and tried to sound confident and he assured Ulrich that he thought he was all right.

A pale bird, Ulrich murmured, in thought. An egret, perhaps? How big was it? He had never spent much time looking at or thinking about birds, being as they were so difficult to hunt, so the large white heron was the only pale bird he could think of in that moment. He did not know that Goliad, in this moment, was feeling down on himself, or he might have said something encouraging. As it was, he only wanted to know what kind of bird had scared the poor man.