Redtail Rise they really think it can't get any worse

the woman, too, draws nearer and towhee watches her movements, letting the older woman discern what she could from towhee's scents; as the boy before her had.

perhaps there is still the faint traces of moonspear upon her pelage, faded from the places she traversed to get here. perhaps the scents of the strangers she came across linger or perhaps they, not as founded as the scent of moonspear, faded away quicker.

as she is a bit noseblind to herself, she cannot tell.

the boy's gaze appears to be focused upon ghost, towhee thinks. she imagines it is probably a strange sight: a girl and her falcon. she wonders if it's a bit arrogant to assume that ghost is hers, especially that she's aware that their relationship is symbiotic and his gratitude would've extended to anyone who had freed him and not eaten him.

it just so happened to have been her.

when the test of bravado is given between boy and ghost, towhee is unaware that he'd attempted to scare off the young falcon. unfazed, perhaps bolstered by the safety of her shoulders, ghost blinks, tightens the grip of his good talon but does not take to the skies.