So, I will follow you to Virgie

Falcon

the man circles him in disbelief. and beneath his gaze, falcon feels little. small. he shuffles on wide feet and his own eyes follow the larger man, blinking in futile question.

no... no.

w-what? he can't help but chirp back in response, eyes beginning to widen—reaching their apex when he is taken by the shoulders. falk hesitates, a stammer on his breath.

he is hit with an impossible reality.

falcon has no time to question. no time to rebut. he doesn't even know this wolf's name! but he turns on surging legs, hardly managing to grab the muskrat he'd killed before he lopes off after him.

his mother? alive? how?

wait! he calls after through a mouthful of rat fur. h-how—

can wait for tj here :3