Blackbeak Bluff And I'll never be alone

#40 in this thread, wowee!

Sequoia listened, bit by bit, as Wraen explained what sirens were. Living by the sea sounded nice. Singing beautiful songs sounded really nice, but the part about killing and collecting souls sounded... far less appealing to the Goufa. Seq’s eyes widened, again forgetting that these creatures were mere fantasy and not flesh and blood. This was even more pronounced when Wraen went on to explain that there was an actual pack of wolves that were called sirens. It was the stuff of nightmares for the piebald girl, and she swallowed hard, trying not to let it scare her too much. What were the odds of her running into this pack, anyway?

She let out a whooshing sigh when Wraen explained that they hadn’t stolen any souls, although Sequoia had hoped that they would sing pretty songs. Maybe she could have tracked them down and listened... even learned how to sing from them. Then again, what use was singing to a wolf? Probably only helpful if she planned on stealing souls.

There was another tidbit in there that Wraen had only glossed over, but Sequoia was rather curious about it. Why didn’t they like boys? she asked, glancing over to Wraen as they continued their journey back to Drageda. With everything that Wraen seemed to know, Seq was certain that she would be a great addition to the pack.