Blackfoot Forest The owl with the heart of a wolf

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The reactions she received were a little bit mixed, but they all settled in the end. Even the dark wolf, who appeared close to Ferdie, and the owl seemed at ease with her as well. Ame then listened, taking names and otherwise. Call me Ame, she chuffed back, lingering extra on Aryn then. Mist of the Storm was an interesting title, and one she would like to inquire to deeper given the right circumstances.

But there was a more pressing topic at hand right now: their removal from the pack. Her ears slicked back, feeling vaguely perplexed at the notion. Ferdie had said Fox had not always seemed to like him all that well before, and she wondered if this had something to do with it. But seeing them both wounded also raised its own set of questions. I had wondered.. when your scent left as it did, she muttered to Ferdie. Aryn had asked much of what she had wanted to know, too, so she just nodded to second the words of the bird. I do hope it was with good reason, she rumbled, eager to hear more. Although she had not known Jace well, his scent had been prevalent in the creek's lands. Ferdie was a loyal wolf too, so this was not exactly expected.