Remember where the witches burned

"That was the only time I heard it speak," she responded thoughtfully, though this was a lie. She'd heard a new word from the bird at least once each time he came around—it was both fascinating and irritating. "I didn't even know they could talk like us..." Now this was the truth. She was no longer surprised by the creature's intelligence, but she had to pretend to be now, considering she was supposed to only have just started following the thing.

Her short tail gave a twitch against thin haunches, and she peered at the sleek woman's muzzle, an Alpha, as she confirmed now, with quiet reverence. "Halo Vendetta," she answered promptly, wondering if something further, more fortuitous would come of this meeting.