Blackfeather Woods Witch Species

The tone difference in his voice and the wolves' did not concern Azul. He was well aware that wolves did not use to care about bat business, and so they usually ignored them altogether. But the truth was that their species weren't that different. Both were social creatures that depend on a pack to survive, and although their tones were different, their voices spoke in the same tongue. Kendra would soon get used to the little bat's high-pitched squeaks.

"Yes I can," assured the bat when Kendra asked if she could help her make the dye. "See those?" asked Azul pointing with his wing at a bunch of re buds in one of Meldresi's bundles, "they're called Rose Hips. Their tint is the strongest red you'll find in the wild." he explained calmly. "Now take them and put them in here," he squeaked fluttering down to a little bowl-shaped puddle that was carved by the pure water that filtered through the earth. "And smash them until all the juice is out."