the creek’s chatter reached her ears before the water showed itself, and with it the rustle of brush where small bodies moved careless in the fading light. her head lowered slightly, posture shifting as instinct slid into place, every step set to land soft.
hear that?she murmured, eyes cutting toward a patch of scrub ahead.
left bank.a pause, then a sidelong glance at him, faintly amused.
