Blackfoot Forest The Modification of a Wolf

Yep, the meeting takes place after this thread, so they'd recognize one another. :D

Hawkeye pardoned Pied easily and the yearling's lips twitched gratefully. She felt the other female's eyes scrutinizing her, yet did not feel particularly bashful about it. She knew her markings were rather unusual and was quite used to lingering looks. Besides, the two were pack mates, so it was par for the course that they would get familiar with one another, through sight as well as scent and other traits.

Since the other Sigma had seated herself, Pied did the same. Even as she reclined, she saw the ghost reappear just over Hawkeye's shoulder. He plodded behind her, unnoticed, and roamed around the edge of the clearing. Pied watched him out of the corner of her eye but kept her gaze and her focus directed forward, toward Hawkeye. Her grayed ears leaned forward, indicating the raptness of her attention.

"Um..." she began, hesitating slightly as the gears in her mind experienced a momentary hiccup. She hadn't yet revealed her talent to anyone, so what other reasons could she supply to sate her pack mate's valid curiosity? "It seemed the most fitting out of the four," she said finally. "Like I said, I'm no warrior, so that was out. I'm not very tricky or cunning, either. I guess I could've chosen Loco'en but it sounded... boring, you know? So I guess it was a process of elimination more than anything. I'm pretty laid-back and—magical."

Pied meant that last part as a little joke, yet she stammered slightly when the apparition suddenly appeared right next to Hawkeye. It didn't scare Pied, so to speak; it was more distracting than anything. She kind of wanted to hit him, especially when he inexplicably began to make faces at her. The peculiar expressions combined with his shredded throat created a macabre image and suddenly Pied snorted. Gruesome, she thought, and smoothly said aloud, "Bless me," to play it off as a small sneeze.