Wheeling Gull Isle solitude

heda flushed ravens from their place in the tall dark grass. she might have chased them then, had not she glanced up to see bartholomew high above her.
he was only a small figure from this distance, but she knew his frame.
heda approached. the wind tore at her red hackles. she smiled toward her mentor, then dropped to her haunches beside him with a low sigh. "blueberry is staying."