We Are Made From Broken Parts

Akemi took a breath, speaking softly. “You understand the birds?” Akemi’s words were careful, watching the woman with her single good eye. “...cause I’m afraid I don’t. I’ve not been following you, either. I’ve been in this area for the better part of early spring with my mate and son.” She arched a brow, shredded remains of her ears stubs twitching slightly. Perhaps it was old age, or perhaps it was the more motherly instinct she had that caused her to give the other woman a chance rather than snap at her. “Why don’t we start over... And you can tell me why you think someone is following you?”