The bird continues singing, and she is able to breathe again. It quickly flies away a few feet again, and Eilidh finds herself whining softly. Does she follow? It is getting further and further away, but she really wanted to understand the song.

Crawling on her belly still, she tries to follow. The taller grass made it difficult for her to move, and she found herself having to stop. For a moment, she was curled in a ball, considering her options with her paws in the snow.

Slowly, she lifts her head like a nervous turtle sticking its nose out of its shell. There is a sound that is not bird now, and she directs her eyes towards it. Eyes of grey fall on the young black pup, perhaps a little older than herself. She freezes, eyes blinking.

She thinks of what her brother would have her do. First, she sniffs the air for the sign of sickness. None of detected. His movements did not indicate the sickness either. Brother…he would have her…say something. She gulps.

”U-u-u-mmm…Are you h-h-ere for the bird t-t-oo?” she asked, her voice quiet and hesitant…she is not even sure if they will reach the other’s ears.