Herbalists' Cache Sore Paws, weary body

Did the bad man that killed her send you?

At once a hundred questions swirled through her thoughts. Goldfinch tilted her head, ears standing tall now in confusion. The motion of her tail slowed and stuttered, uncertain, but never fully stopped. The bad man that killed her.

Who? Voice wavering, high and thin as it always was when Goldfinch spoke. Who is the bad man? she meant to ask; who did he kill? But words were not easily called upon by the wildling girl, and so she made do with just the one.