Deepwood Weald I'd hide, but

He laughed, smiled. Towhee wondered if this meant he wouldn’t be wailing at the skies after they made a kill. She really wouldn’t mind either way. It wasn’t like she would hear it. She supposed it might still be hard to watch, though.

Okay, well, the offer stands: if you want to scream your late wife’s name over our bloody kill, that would be a whole vibe. In any case, we should hunt in her honor. For Samani, yeah? Towhee pitched, catching Rodyn’s eye.

She made a mental note to say the name a few more times before they parted ways, though right now, Towhee focused on the task at hand. He led her deeper into the weald, the shadows dancing over their coats as the remaining leaves shivered on the boughs overhead.

Rodyn froze and Towhee did too, wondering if perhaps he’d heard something. But then she saw his nose quivering and she sniffed too, keen to discover what was on the menu today.