Moonstone Quarry touchdown boy

Wyvern spotted her first, the bird’s talons digging into his back to the point of pain. Cambria snarled lowly as he felt the nightjar spread her wings, a tip brushing the back of his neck. He supposed he should just be glad she hadn’t launched herself off him, especially considering he recognized the she-wolf who stepped out from behind a rocky outcropping.

He gawked at her for a beat, then warned Wyvern under his breath. The bird remained still, claws still pricking his flesh, as Cambria beheld the pale woman. Yes, she was the very same one the raptor had attacked near Swiftcurrent Creek. Cambria wondered if she’d run the whole way here, then marveled at the irony of crossing paths again so far from that original brush.

No, it’s… he thought to say, then decided not to bother with explaining as he added, I’m glad to bump into you again, Odessia. We owe you an apology. He side-eyed Wyvern, who clicked her beak in what he took to be protest. I’m sorry she attacked you that day. She’s a bit of a bit— The hawk bit the back of his head. See what I mean?

He rolled his mismatched eyes, then jerked his shoulder. It hurt, though the movement had the desired effect: Wyvern unlatched and leaped into the air. She made a lot of noise as she climbed skyward, though fortunately she didn’t attempt to attack either one of the wolves. Her shadow circled them, ominous but ultimately harmless.

Anyway, I’m Cambria. And that bitch is Wyvern.