Blackfoot Forest The Modification of a Wolf

Pied listened with the quiet attentiveness of a trained therapist. She kept her face neutral, though her brow furrowed ever so slightly at the name. Dexter? she thought. Was that his name? Then who was Kimblee? The entire time, Pied had thought it was her brother's name. She didn't have time to dwell on this perplexity, as the Agwe'en sensed that Hawkeye was becoming distressed. Not to mention the compelling information about her brother's strange visions and behaviors...

"Why would you think he was dead?" Pied asked gently. She noticed the way Hawkeye looked around, as if she sensed the ghost. Yet he was gone and Hawkeye couldn't possibly be aware of him. "There's no reason to think that. I'm sorry that things went... wrong with him," Pied continued tactfully. "Tell me something good about him and your relationship. What did he look like?" She hoped that sounded offhanded enough. She wanted, of course, to compare Hawkeye's description to the missing specter.

Speaking of specters, a movement in the trees caught Pied's attention and she looked up discreetly. Mag had taken wing and was flapping into the distance. Just as she was about to disappear from sight altogether, she wheeled around and circled back. She continued doing this. Pied recognized the behavior, having witnessed it before. Quit pacing, she chided the magpie, then returned her full attention to Hawkeye.