Sacred Grove stalemate

<blockquote>The bridge of understanding was finally crossed, and as he watched it bloom in her expression, he knew that the last vestiges of frustration were finally falling away. The bird was dead, she wasn't uncomfortable any more, and she had cut being talkative. The few words she did offer were brief and fairly meaningless, but at least he understood that they were meant to be so. With a toothy grin, he dropped his head to snatch up the bird again, content with the situation when she gave him the token of respect before turning about to leave. He watched her for a moment, huffing once in farewell, pleased to have settled the tension between them. Now he had to decide what to do with the body of his foe; a horrid, violent end seemed most fitting.

Growling happily to himself, the Second turned about and ambled through the forest in search of evil inspiration.</blockquote>