Blackfoot Forest The simorgh sleeps on velvet tongues

Her brow knit together, not in anger, but concern at the shrug Pied had given. The ebony wolf felt guilty, knowing that if she hadn't been the group with her friend, none of this would have happened. Hawkeye felt as if she should explain herself, why the "Alpha" of Dragonwatchers hated her so. But the moment seemed at if it were already gone, and Pied didn't look as if she desired to discuss anything more.

Then, the spotted wolf declared that the forest had been very quiet. Hawkeye thought a moment, and realized that she had not come across any of her packmates--or other wolves, for that matter--since the "raid".

"I hadn't really noticed until now," the midnight wolf started. "I have been more concerned about finding and renovating myself, rather than pack relations. But I do get a sense of loneliness now that I think about it."

The random voice she had heard in the past suddenly grazed Hawkeye's mind with a word, and she voiced the concept aloud. "Have you ever thought about having any pups, Pied?" The massive wolf waved her tail in curiosity. She had thought about starting a family when she entered the pack, but Kerberos seemed too.. what? Quiet? for her tastes, and Cuan too submissive. Lecter was the only thing close to a prospective mate, but she wiped away the thought. A crush on him was a wildcard, and she didn't want to sit on how he would react to such news.

set by sophie