Bearclaw Valley So you say I'm complicated

Phone post. Plz excuse any issues

As the raptor drifted lower, a single ear flicked back, the sound of his wings heard but the creature itself given little recognition; his focus was required elsewhere, the antics of a bird far beyond his field of concern. Even the mere flick of his ear was soon forgotten, both pushing forward at the mention of a name: Melonii. It was not the one he’d been waiting to hear, not the one that would drive him to kill her; although Cicero held the name, too, so did several others, the late Meldresi included.

“Who are your parents?” he asked, attention honed in on that single aspect of their conversation. He could not tell by looking at her, could not pluck out any particularly distinguishing features that might be shared with another he’d known in the past; she was just there, existing, but a mystery. Either way, he held off on urging his pack mates forward—for now—and gave the girl another moment to speak, her lineage being what might decide her fate.