Firefly Glen now i lay me down to sleep

arcturus should have known better than to goad her so much; he was soon eating his words, and eating no birds.

his hunt fared far less successful than ying's, and now it was his time to return empty-handed. the grouse he had spied in the thicket had seen him and fled by wing; the geese were well out of reach in the pond's center.

there were few scents to suss out otherwise; none of them birds.

he huffed, a guilty smile given in ying's direction as she saw her standing with one goose as her prize. one goose was better than none, wasn't it? "so, guess it's my turn to come back with nothing, huh?"