Dawn Treader Valley some people think it's a curse

the roadrunners, to towhee's extreme chagrin, out maneuver her and she returns to tumbleweed, noting his prize, with her cheeks smarting beneath her fur with defeat.

there is a slight slump to her shoulders, nursing her bruising pride.

for a rash moment, she thinks that she hates birds and then glimpses up at ghost, who circles overhead and feels a pang of guilt. no, that wasn't true, she was quick to amend in her own inner 'monologue'. she hated hunting birds to eat.

the peregrine falcon she had saved seemed content to hang around, to her surprise. in any case, she knew that she didn't hate him. she just wasn't sure what to make of the feathered predator yet.

she lets out a breathy chuff, further admitting her defeat ( as if returning empty jawed wasn't proof enough ) as she rejoins tumbleweed.