Blackfoot Forest The simorgh sleeps on velvet tongues

A panting smile appeared on Hawkeye's face due to the compliment from her friend. "Thanks, Pied. I just wonder who would be a good fit for each of us, especially since everyone has disappeared lately."
Matriarch... the raven wolf thought quietly in her mind. That would be interesting...

Tell her... The voice trickled into her ear. The splotched one sees the ghosts of the dead, she will not judge. The male spoke more than he ever had before, and Hawkeye didn't know why he ushered her to tell Pied, but it made her feel more at ease.

Her lime-green orbs darted downward for a moment before reconnected with Pied's yellow and indigo eyes. "I haven't spoken to anyone about this before," the large wolf started, letting the piebald wolf know that she was putting her confidence in her. A breeze pushed through the trees overhead and Hawkeye took a deep breath. "I sometimes hear a male voice in my deafened ear, my right one. He tells me things that I would not otherwise know--like how you and Koontz are cousins." The green-eyed wolf shifted uncomfortably, awaiting Pied's reaction and response.

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