The light green one finished writing and took flight again. She was staring at Kate with the kind of scrutiny a five-year-old might give a Christmas present—or a hungry bear a potential meal. She even licked her lips. He was waiting for her to rub her hooves together and giggle like a maniac, but apparently they didn’t go for that kind of motion here. He watched her reload her camera, hampered only by her flapping wings blocking her saddlebags with each beat.