Heron Lake Plateau Tomorrow I might have to go and fly away

"Alright then."  He wasn't about to knock it if that was just how it was, though he still seemed a little bit of a nervous fellow.  "Bringin this back to Niamh.  She's fond of the feathers.  Figure she can decide whether to share the meat or no."  Probably it would go to the pups then.

"You heading anywhere particular?"  If not maybe they could catch up while he carried.