KALLAN
And black moons in those eyes of hers
She still isn't sure about this whole thing, but the stranger is possibly in danger of poison (and, she was quite handy). Really Kallan didn't have a choice, she thought, of course she was following.
The undergrowth doesn't allow much room for her to spread her wings so she relies mostly on hopping and an awkward run on spindly legs to keep up. Certainly, her best chance of survival here was to stick close. That doesn't stop her from keeping an eye out for anything interesting, though nothing catches her eye this time.
Whatever it was they were looking for seemed to be getting closer. Their cautious trek, while unsteady footing at times, was seeming like it would pay off. Whether that was good or bad, Kallan still hadn't decided.
Made more sense to me
