Blackfoot Forest The simorgh sleeps on velvet tongues

Hawkeye seemed playfully offended by Pied's reaction and the piebald yearling merely grinned. "No, actually," she replied. Her lips twitched when Hawkeye admitted to sharing the same yearning for children and the Iota elaborated, "I think you'd be a lot like my grandmother... loud, rude and feisty." The way she spoke, it was clear she meant these things as a compliment. "She was—still is, I hope—the matriarch of her pack," she hinted with a wave of her tail.

Pied thought she saw something twitch on Hawkeye's face and she blinked, her tongue darting out to slowly wet her lips. "You all right?" she asked, not sure what prompted the question but nonetheless feeling a sudden concern for her companion.