Blackfoot Forest The Modification of a Wolf

She tilted her head in the slightest and her brow narrowed somewhat in confusion. Only her family had ever called her "Hawkeye." She used her given name everywhere else... well, until recently. Maybe she had heard about her through whispers in the wind. It made sense.

Hawkeye shrugged and looked away at the gentle question she was asked, preferring not to answer. She did anyway. "He was born two autumns before me and was my only sibling--weird, I know. My parents had trouble conceiving.. and during the right seasons. Dexter--he.. he could see things.. Hear them, too. He went crazy. His desire, no lust, for blood... Something changed in him. Snapped. I don't know. The last I saw of him..." The midnight wolf stopped. Narrowing her brow, she squeezed her eyes shut. They were beginning to burn, feeling warm and strained. What is going on?

"I don't know where he is now. He could be dead." She breathed out the last sentence quietly while opening her eyes once more. Hawkeye inspected the area around the two, feeling like someone was standing there, watching them. Coming up with nothing her eyes glided back to Pied and resting on the small female.