"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
A broken pawprint eerily similar to a human hand led her to another, and one more, in a meandering trail towards the river. Intrigued now, Maaea waited for Nova to catch up before diving low so she could see what the gore crow had spotted. A croon from the pale bird sounded almost like 'Follow? Follow?' - leaving it up to the young hybrid to decide how much more she could take. Perhaps with a mission to distract their minds, the strain would be easier to bear, and grant a fine reward at the end of their excursion. Maea was torn between what she'd rather find. A decent sized meal, or something shiny to bring home? Some stash of jewelry dropped or forgotten by travelers on the water, swept up by glotters for safekeeping - now that she wouldn't mind in the slightest.
Maea
