Moonsong Glacier now that we don’t talk

an effort is put forth to reading her lips, picking out the single words a bit easier than she had whole sentences earlier. still, that she could read lips at all was a small victory in and of itself, proof that her work during her stay in redtail rise hadn't been in vain at all.

she was to kill the quail.

while her companion was to chase.

jr eyes their quarry, wondering if it could fly and if so, how far and how high. or was it primarily a earth bound bird? these are questions jr had no answer to. despite her reservations and her history of failing her last bird hunt, she nods in understanding and agreement.