Moonsong Glacier In Berlin

Her disgust rained upon his hunched shoulders like ice pellets, and burned within him like fresh embers. A brief flurry of movement caught his eye, and he looked up just in time to see the hawk descend toward the young wolf, claws reaching for her shoulder. "Oh no-" He blurted, unable to say much more in his state, but he fell silent to watch with wonder as the bird perched for a moment, before it was shaken off, and directed with a series of movements. 

It flew off.

"You-" 

It was a sobering moment. Or had he begun to hallucinate? Still- it piqued his very niche interest. 

"Peregrine falcon," He said, watching as it flew off. "IsssStill young, but- you c'n talk to it?" He asked, though he didn't expect a response. The wolf had said nothing so far, but given the fact she had communicated effectively with the bird, he assumed she might also be able to command it. Obediently, he remained where he was, looking up when he heard wingbeats again. The two other wolves were overlooked for a moment as he studied the bird, noting what he could about it, before dropping his gaze to the young guardian, who remained an enigma. 

Drearily, he tuned in to catch the calm reassurance that he wasn't alright, but that he would be. He nodded. "Bad choice, I just- I didnnn know," He admitted shamefully. Crab apples were sour, sure, but when they were fresher, they'd never caused him any harm. He was certain that he had been taught that they were safe- but his instructor had likely never thought that he might eat them once they were shriveled and old. 

There was a big difference between the cold silence he received from the guardian to the warmth and compassion shown by the sable-and-white female. The other male hung back, drawn in perhaps by the spectacle though he kept his distance. 

"Water," He said, his tongue feeling heavy, "Anduh, sssleep." He admitted. "I'll pay you back." He hiccoughed softly.