When Birds Migrate

Two golden eyes, even more so than Klaus's, stared at the nightingale intently.

The little bird was trapped.

He had landed absently on the edge of the bucket of water, to quench his thirst, without realizing that on top of some crates, a huge black cat was resting. The cat had descended cautiously and without making a sound behind him, and from a higher point, was watching him closely. Alexa only realized when she heard the voice in her mind, whispering,

~ Alexa, can you come here for a little while? Please? ~

Looking behind her, sitting on the tavern bench, the Princess noticed the trouble. The cat was short-haired and hunter-sized. His taut muscles were preparing for the leap. From her years of observation, she imagined that the chances of her husband escaping were slim. That yellow-eyed cat had every advantage. She nudged Duke Konrad sitting next to her, entertained with a roasted turkey leg,

"Konrad, look at that!"