Qeya River a dollar for your future... a dollar for your fate.

he'd gone barreling through the woods, past where he'd been instructed to stay and out to a stretch of the territory he'd not yet visited. a sibling had been previously hot on his trail but he must have lost them in the unfamiliar cut of terrain he now stumbled through.  

it was by pure accident that the little mischief maker happened upon the stranger. what a freak, was the first of his thoughts when he caught sight of her, the unusual pattern of her coat leaving him in utter disbelief that she was real. but wait, who was she anyways? 

he sprung from a nearby bush, hackles flared and mouth parted to let out the most ungodly sound he could muster in a high pitched alert. if one happened to be near enough, they might have confused sparrow for one of those incredibly annoying squawking rubber chickens.