Noctisardor Bypass No Expectation. No Drama.

Goldfinch softened some, and accepted a bite of the weasel. She was thoughtful as she chewed. Rowyn had spoken of scouting herds, something she hadn't thought to do before now. She tracked the little animals, knew their numbers and their habits well by now, but the hoofed beasts intimidated her.

Show me? She asked when she'd finished chewing. Herds. Goldfinch pronounced the word carefully, like someone saying herbs aloud for the first time.