Dragoncrest Cliffs a hundred stories, a hundred lives

Cameo. Feel free to skip.

The bird winged just above the pair, making no effort to hide itself. Wolves rarely took interest in birds, just as birds rarely took interest in wolves - but if they did, what could they do? The bird was in the sky, and the wolves were on the ground. Even when it slept, it was safe and protected.

The bird looked in with open curiosity, landing on a nearby branch and hopping closer as the commander spoke. It had not yet learned the dialect used by this pack, but the situation was clear enough to the bird's learned eyes. The young male was a joiner - one that Heda had known before. One that was not yet fully trusted or forgiven.

But the bird was not interested in the male. Its black eyes burned into the back of Heda's skull, watching.