Harvey's aim was true, but the birds were big -- and one flailing its wings, half-blinded and angry, wasn't necessarily an improvement.

If they were going by scent, though, she should be able to sneak past. And at this point she was creating theories out of whole cloth, relying on the evidence to fall into place after the fact. Which wasn't really the way she preferred to do things, for all she had enough experience with it.

"Let's go," she yelled, running almost straight at the bird in front of them.