Herbalists' Cache Sore Paws, weary body

Goldfinch did not often leave the safety of her valley. Yet at times she wandered in search of food, or perhaps companionship. Thus far she had found none.

Until now.

The boy smelled of blood and wild things. Goldfinch watched in silence from her hiding place as he shuddered. For now she did nothing more than watch, follow; she'd never seen another child who was not her own family, and wasn't sure what to do. How to act.

Suppose he didn't like her?