Remember where the witches burned

After being addressed, Halo thought that perhaps she ought to start listening to the bird. He wheeled overhead, flying off in one direction before she could no longer see him; but her attention was mostly on the dark female now before her.

"I didn't cross them," the smaller female said warily, wondering if she was being accused. However, the older wolf did not seem threatening, and her blue-purple eyes (that Halo briefly glanced into), were not boring into her as if an attack were imminent. She dipped her head slightly, bright eyes surreptitiously glancing to her left as that would be the quickest way of escape, but there was no fear in her posture.

She shifted on skinny legs, tilting her head slightly as she observed the older wolf's lustrous fur and curvaceous build, noting her own lack of a womanly physique. Her scent was also the strongest at these borders, which made this female someone to admire—and young Halo was prone to such idolization. "What is this pack?" she asked carefully.