Moonstone Quarry touchdown boy

forneskja wolves definitely still welcome at any time!

A familiar screech had Odessia whipping her head around to locate the source. In her mind's eye, she saw Etienne's teeth flash at her. The sound had been far off enough, but she wondered if the bird had followed her all the way here. It had attacked her last time she had see it, but she was not sure if that was because of the wolf it was attached to. She had a theory that it could be that species of bird as a whole. Why would a bird do anything for a wolf, anyway? Unless, of course, there was something in it for the bird. She had seen crows follow her around from time to time, looking to pick up after she was done with a meal.
Wanting to test her hypothesis, Odessia doubled-back on her tracks, orienting herself north so that the pack's borders were now on her right. All the while, she made sure she never stepped foot in them. No use in angering the locals; she had science to do!
Drat, same bird! She was not sure if Cambria spotted her before she did, but she dove to the left behind one of the many rock strata that covered the earth on that side. She hoped she had evaded his (and the bird's) observation. Odessia crouched down, waiting for them to pass so she could get a good look at the two as they continued their way south.
"Calm your tits," she heard him say from a distance.
Was he talking to a bird? Or had he spotted her?