Chimera Fields to be hid

It seemed to Haedwig that she must be a magnet for wandering children. Maybe it was a sort of punishment, and a cruel one at that.

This one was older than the boy she met in the woods, but not yet mature. The way he spoke reminded Haedwig of the young boys in her pack, sucking up to her at the wishes of ambitious parents who hoped their child would find themselves in a high rank. It felt strange, given this one had nothing to gain. Nothing she could think of.

Feverfew. She responded, eyeing him with her full judgement. You know what that looks like, boy? Little white flowers? Haedwig scanned the land left of her, spots of white poking out of green grass.