Big Salmon Lake The wreckoning.

Towhee’s bright eyes danced as she accused, You ate them all, didn’t you? She laughed, then shook her head with a mock-disappointed face. Here I was, hoping you’d be willing to share. But there’s nothing left, is there?

Soon, her lips curled into an easygoing smile. All jokes aside, she was still curious why this stranger was gorging on berries. Maybe they really did just taste good, though Towhee wondered if she was maybe on her own, lacking a support system and the meat that came along with it.

I’m Towhee, she offered. Too old to waste time, she added, And I’m actually out here looking for recruits. Would you happen to be on the market for a pack?