Blackfoot Forest The owl with the heart of a wolf

Nightingale she tasted the name on her tongue. Alright, I can do that. Tell me what she looks like, and I'll send the message.

She turned her head to see the female approach. The owl was caught off by the dark wolf's eyes. A stunning mint-green silver ringed with an underlying plum color. Aryn was almost envious of the color. She stared for a second before composing herself. The owl bowed. I am Aryn, bearing the title of Mist of the Storm, friend.

Aryn squawked. Youve been kicked out? But why? You both had fought so loyally that... That night... she recalled the night of Bones' kidnapping sorrowfully. She gave Ferdie an apologetic glance.

But now she was curious. She, too, wished to know what had happened.