Sun Mote Copse and my whole earth shook

a thick scent of deer was enough to temporarily distract accipitra; by now all remnants of the blackbird’s animus had faded, leaving her feeling unusually clear-headed.

suddenly, she realized she was alone in the clearing and vermouth’s words had passed minutes ago.

they echoed around her as she looked up. vermouth’s trail wound out through the forest and into a clearing.

by the time accipitra sourced the direction he’d headed, his figure was long gone.