Deepwood Weald histriophoca

she almost ignored him when he called.

there was a nest of some sort high in a tree, and if she angled herself she could spy on it; but only until she lost balance, which was not long.

something up there moved; she fell, but landed well, and looked to see dutch, a bit startled to have been found.

the nest forgotten, she wove to him and moved alongside in the manner of a cat—bonking him with her forehead.

beyond that, she had no words but the energy she gave off was far more open than before, upon the glacier.