Merrill didn't know where the little white fawn had come from, but he seemed to enjoy wobbling after her, so she wasn't going to argue over much with it. It was the closest to a halla she'd seen in months.

It leaned heavily against her leg and squawked up at her. She didn't- She wasn't involved with the halla. How on earth was she meant to know what they needed.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught feathered shoulders and didn't even think that much before she turned and reached for the elbow. Anders. Anders knew about animals. He could help. "I think he's- Oh. Hello. You're not Anders. I'm sorry. The feathers threw me off."