Startled, Amélie snapped her head and growled at the direction of the perceived threat—before realizing it was likely the same bird responsible for her wakeup call.
The growl got the bird to stop long enough to look at her.
“Shhh.”
The bird fluffed up at the noise, and for a moment Amélie thought maybe he would fly away before—
Rat-a-tattatatatatataatatatatat
“Et merde.”
Amélie nervously glanced back toward the cabin—hoping that the bird’s hammering hadn’t drawn their attention their way. As luck would have it—neither seemed to find the disturbance out of place and together the pair had begun unloading the car.
She watched Leah close up the car and scan the tree line again, and the way her shoulders fell as she took the bag she was carrying into the cabin. Saw her turn again as she
