Blackbeak Bluff Heat

They were both restless now, and Calida sensed it was time to leave; she'd fulfilled her purpose here, though she felt a growing guilt about it. She picked at the bones of the hare, gnawing on them for their sweet marrow. When she finished, she swiped a tongue over her lips, then pressed her nose to his shoulder, drinking in his scent for a final time. She would definitely remember it. "Thank you," she told him, nodding to the scraps of fur and bone. "I should be on my way now." She gave him a gentle kiss, then turned, once more heading west.