The Sunspire Making freedom work for you

Nightingale stared to bared teeth, and stepped in front of Ferdie. She was silent and calm, but her eyes were stormy. She held the same gentle stature Ferdie did, even if her hackles seemed to threaten to raise. She shook her head at the fellow juvenile. "If you want to say something, just say it. Actions may speak louder than words, but only sometimes."

She made a bird-like movement to turn her one good eye towards the two, if only to get a better look at them. She decided that, even if she was upset with the leaders of the Swiftcurrent pack, that didn't mean she had to be cruel. "Do you two need anything? Any yarrow for your wounds? Or poppy seed for pain?"