Chapter 21
Mating season would be arriving shortly, and although the Trel mated for life, each year the males danced through the skies, wooing their mates once again.
Kes had lost his mate some years before, when she’d given her life defending their nest. Her family had taken their hatchlings to raise while he grieved for her.
His grieving was done now, and it was time for him to dance again.
None of the females of the neighboring flocks attracted him, though, and he found himself thinking of the man. The corvid hadn’t returned yet. Was Hart well? Had he found his own people? Had he found his own mate among them?
The thought distressed Kes.
Would he ever see Hart again?
The thought he might not distressed him even more.
To counter both, Kes found a tall tree, scrambled to the top,
