Phoenix Maplewood pieces of eight

colt saw the stone beneath the red feathers. "i know."
for a long moment they sat in silence, him having seen the void in her, and his own answering with all the sucking hunger of a black hole.
red knew. somehow she knew. and how she understood, colt would never ask. but that glimpse beyond her pupils reminded him death had snapped at both their heels. he felt closer to her in this moment, and eventually rose to join the hunter, pushing the bridge of his muzzle against her cheek. "yew got me though. never ferget that, redbird. yer stuck with me."