Lake Rodney Sugar in the creek

The dark wolf was surprised when the Sovereign continued to inquire about Mothwing. Not that he did not wish to speak of his closest friend, only that there was another soul who seemed to care about her. Crowfeather still grieved the loss of the girl and her unbelievable talent.

I do not think ptero is what she did, he answered carefully, clear to show the leader of Redhawk Caldera his face as he spoke. Old habits that had been forgotten.

But she learned how to make noises, growls and things. Mothwing learned how to be very expressive. She would growl and whimper, use her body to talk, the dark young wolf answered. Crowfeather felt the loss of her overtake him and breathed a shaky sigh.

When his pale-yellow eyes searched the Sovereign’s features, he wished that he could tell Mothwing about her. A leader of a pack, one who had made allies… her deafness had not deterred her ability to grow strong.

Our people used dreams, as well, he confessed suddenly, Mothwing was a skilled healer and her trade was closely tied to the seers. They were a pair in my home pack. Translators of the stars and the fates.