Mercy left many things behind in her sudden departure, her children, her belongings which she did her best to keep clean and cared for and of course her pet; a hawk whom had barely allowed her to touch it in the weeks that followed it's owners abandonment. Bluebell, she'd heard Mercy call it an interesting name for such a bitchy-bird. She can't blame her though, she was hurting her to and at times she to wanted to lash out and fly madly after her lover and damn the rest of them to do so but she couldn't and neither could Bluebell. Maybe it had to do with her having her chicks here under the care of Mercy's own children or perhaps she doesn't know where Mercy was either.
It's a surprise when finally the bird of prey is coaxed towards her in the morning when she'd come to deliver a sliver of salmon to her and her own personal hawk; Phantom who eagerly cooed as he finished his meal and flew onto her to perch on the base of one of her folded wings. Bluebell follows more tentatively after the is is gulped down a strange look shining in the avian eye as she accesses her temporary caretaker before she to would go up to join Phantom on her back. A sigh of relief an elation comes from Ver after all this time of trying she'd managed to do one thing right, maybe it was a sign of good prosperity and luck to come or maybe that Salmon was drugged up with something. It hardly mattered and the canine would wag her tail regardless as she left the small alcove of rocks that her birds nested in to return to the midst of camp. Looking proud of herself.
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