Redhawk Caldera I'm more than meets the eye

bridget had adjusted her running well. teya danced after her friend. the hares scattered, and laughing, she veered after it. the instinct to hunt was quelled for now; the raven only meant it in good fun.
she was suddenly and desperately glad for the cardinal; for all that she brought.
for all that she was.
teya stopped for a moment, panting. "i have fished too long! not fast enough for rabbits," the little violet declared with an encouraging glance toward her companion.