Chapter 7“Namir?”
Namir was out in the garden with Mara when Chaton’s voice sounded from the front of the house. He’d most likely knocked on the door. “Back here!”
A few seconds later, Chaton rounded the corner of the house and spotted Mara. He looked between her and Namir. “Is that—”
“Mara. My chicken.”
“Oh…One of Ty’s?”
“She came here. I found her in the middle of the night with ice on her feathers.” Sort of.
“Poor baby. She must’ve gotten out of the coop and been unable to find her way back.”
Maybe. Or maybe Ty was an irresponsible chicken owner who didn’t take care of his birds.
“You’re keeping her?”
“Yes.” Was he here to try to convince him to give her back? He would not.
“You’ll need a couple more then.”
Namir didn’t reply. More?
“Chickens are flock animals. They need oth
