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She laughed with expanding warmth in her chest. Maybe she had overthought all of this for no good reason. The boy, at this age at least, did not seem so fragile. He asked good questions, he had boundless energy.

Trailhawk. She offered with a smile that crinkled the edges of her yellow eyes. What would the boy make of her name? Maybe he'd not see the coincidence and only assume it was natural that someone living here would have such an on-brand name.

Which nestling are you?