Blackfoot Forest The Modification of a Wolf

Hawkeye seemed dubious about possession, yet she did not totally dismiss it as a possibility. It seemed Pied could not answer any unspoken questions for her, as Dexter still did not reappear. Not that I could've told her anything, the Sigma thought to herself wryly, since that would kinda sorta give you away... Pied hoped that her gift could be of some use here yet she was definitely not ready to break her silence on it.

A confused expression passed over Hawkeye's onyx features now and she demanded to know why Pied had asked about the torn throat. "Like I said," she fibbed smoothly, "I thought your name was familiar, connected to this rumor I'd heard... but never mind. I don't think it has anything to do with you." That wasn't true but, with all things considered, Pied really had nothing to offer Hawkeye.

Except companionship, she supposed. "Hey, I'm sorry to have brought up such a sore subject... want to talk about something else? Like..." She paused a moment, considering. "What brought you to Bon Dye?"