Phantom Hollow sampada

a little quirk to her mouth denoted that heda was thinking. "names like isaiah. hezkekiah. isaac. jacob." strong. resonant. her golden eyes danced toward him again. "heron isaiah," she suggested, tail thumping. "zilpah wren."
"i always loved birds. i used to be able to tell anything about them." and now, even as he looked suddenly skyward for the gulls winging, heda wondered if she could again, if her love for them and caracal's familial connection to avians was meant to be.