Swiftcurrent Creek feelin' good, like i should

she remained nameless for now, instead lobbing him a question that melted his heart. no, of course not, adi promised. he sat down, tail swishing slowly, friendly, behind him. i like to watch them, too. they don't make the greatest of meals. all bones and feathers, little meat. only for dire circumstances.

do you have a favorite bird? he asked, lifting his brows in query. he nodded toward the tree, where a male cardinal had settled, preening. i like those. the color is so vibrant, especially in the winter, when it's snowing. had she seen snow? probably; she was old enough to have been born in late winter, and this far north. . .

he fell silent, quieting his rambling thoughts and awaiting her reply. after a conversation, perhaps short, perhaps long, he departed, smiling at the thought of the girl and her birds.