"Oh" Lisbeth whispered, not wanting to ruin the woman's work. She looked at the food on the ground, then crouched down next to the stranger.
"I don't think this is going to work," she whispered. "Don't those things just disappear on you if you look at them the wrong way? And besides, what does Frey want with a blink hare?" She shook her head. It seemed to her that Frey didn't need anyone's help getting a blink hare. Maybe it was meant to be a tribute.
"I could probably drive it out of the nest, if you want. But that might spook it..."
"I don't think this is going to work," she whispered. "Don't those things just disappear on you if you look at them the wrong way? And besides, what does Frey want with a blink hare?" She shook her head. It seemed to her that Frey didn't need anyone's help getting a blink hare. Maybe it was meant to be a tribute.
"I could probably drive it out of the nest, if you want. But that might spook it..."
