Haunted Wood Sailin, Sailin The Winds

She glanced between the bird and Cry - who had grown cold - with confusion. Yet, it was the dark titan who held her loyalty and not the unfamiliar avian. With nary a hint of hesitation, the wolfdog turned to follow him. 

Her nose sought his fur, nuzzling him slightly for comfort though she couldn't be sure what caused his anger. Talking to a bird had been confusing enough but something in the conversation seemed to have flown right over her oblivious, speckled little head.