Cedar Sweep the light of the eyelid

A voice was carried through the wood, feminine and pleasant in its tones. The sage drew his gaze upward to meet the figure. 

The woman was shrouded in a cloak of slate and soft grey. She held herself well, suggesting that she had something to protect nearby. On the chilling winter wind, Ginko could smell the fragrance of a nearby pack. He assumed this is what the woman meant in referring to Firebirds. The ashen male had never happened across a living thing by such a name. Still, the seer did not doubt that such a being existed. 

"Greetings, miss," he returned to her in a smoky voice. For a moment, warmth passed along his features in a ghostly smile. "Your pack?" Ginko asked, hoping to confirm his assumption with the stranger.