Redtail Rise LXX

what had she been dragged into?
wren marched alongside the man with her bundle of plants, a collection of roots and leaves she knew next to nothing about. silvertongue had given her cursory guidance, but no more, and now the songbird was left with a distinct fear that she was going to let these people down.
but there is no harm in trying. she had cared for silvertongue before — this could not possibly be any worse.
she is silent, teeth clenched, her own brow knit with concern. the rise man's head dips back in a call for his kin while wren watches the horizon, waiting.