Hushed Willows it’s a most unusual day

Yer wife?! Aisling managed, gawking as the man called off his harpy. It wasn't the biggest bird, but it sure was fierce. D'ye. . .talk to her an' all?

But he was already making his exit from the scene, the nighthawk perched on his shoulder and giving Aish a gimlet stare. She glared right back, resisting the urge to bare her teeth before turning toward the giant wolf, who was speaking again.

I take it ye're not together? she asked him, nodding toward the retreating Cambria, then back toward Chaudry. Neither of whose names she knew at this point, but you know, for narrative's sake. . .

She sat, disgruntled, twisting her neck to preen at the fur the creature had disturbed. Bloody bird, Aisling muttered, brow furrowed. Without stopping her ministrations, she added, So ye live nearby, eh?