Broken Antler Fen Fee-lin' hot, hot, hot.

So engrossed in the snow, she didn't notice the flyover. What she did notice was the call from the sky; it was a splitting sound, and her ears slicked back against her skull as she popped up, sending snow askew.

Who's there? Lilitu demanded, eyes narrowed as she looked to the heavens. A pale shape, shifting, staring. It was some sort of bird, and she thought back to her first conversation with Wraen, about talking to creatures other than wolves.

Was it trying to communicate? Though it felt a little silly, Lilitu gave a small cry back, trying her best to mimic the noise. 

Oh, no. What if she had said something offensive? She tucked her tail just in case, giving the aviator a contrite glance.