Moonsong Glacier don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby

ghost, ever her ears, gives a forceful, if not still slightly painful tug of her scruff with his good talon in the direction the howl had arisen.

curious, but knowing now what her falcon companion's different signals met, follows in the direction and arrives, third, to the small gathering. a dip of her head is given towards ariadne before sharp golden gaze goes to the two others gathered.

she does not know them; not really. not even really at all.

her curiosity makes its home upon her facial features as ghost finds a perch in a nearby tree instead of her shoulders; wary of the two he does not know.