Haunted Wood the hell in your eyes

Part of her is in disbelief this is anything other than coincidence. There’s more than one red, fiery wolf than either her mate and daughter. With no smell to the tuft of her that is obvious (not that she tries to smell what lands nearby), she can’t fight back the curiosity. The bird doesn’t seem to give her much attention but after a moment, it croaks out a sound that doesn’t quite sound real. The words aren’t perfectly clear, or enunciated, but she understands. The bird, for some reason, has been watching her.

Now her attention is sealed despite how little her expression changes. It has never been in the realm of possibility to train a bird for use but perhaps there is something to it.

”I know,” she says, though it isn’t entirely true. She’s noticed the bird once or twice in Drageda, most strongly with Hvitserk involved, but she hadn’t thought much of it until now. How long has it been going on. ”What is it you want?” she decides to ask, glancing around and wondering what someone would think if they saw her. Her scan is brief, and her ears and nose do the rest of the work as she refocuses on the bird to find out what motive it may or may not have.