He fed her descriptions and, by listening to the sound of his breathing between words and the subtle change in direction each sound did make, she could pinpoint their general arc. These wolves were surrounding them, peppering the land with their presence, waiting. Silas. A stone woman. A silver warrior. She could smell them each, as the spice of their perfume was very different; but it was Tenzin that made her ears flick, as she carefully extended her nose in order to touch his flesh. "Another silver body graces us, but he is a warrior; very strong looking, indeed. He has beautiful sea blue eyes, much like mine if.." He pauses and her nose makes contact, attempting to facilitate their connection. Perhaps attempting to sooth.
Dawa feels a sharp, electric pain shoot through the flesh of her face. In to her gums, and past them. But she remains connected. "...If you remember them."
"Blue.. Blue like sky," She remarks almost instantly. The woman would never forget the things she had seen; as volatile or as peaceful as they may be. An attempt at a smile creases her crooked face as the memory of his eyes surfaces, only to fade away when Tenzin moves on - addressing the collective and dropping away from the small moment. It was alright. Dawa sank in to herself and felt the cool relief of air upon her face, instead of the monk's musky fur.
Tenzin asked for them to join together in song. Despite her kinked body and hunched shoulders, Dawa was quick to comply. She lifted herself as high as she could - being still, no bigger than a child - and called out with her own attempted howl. It was a mixture of yowls and shrieks, each attempting to reach the level of song that the others managed. Her mixed blood was obvious now, a clear fault. The wolves howled and their leader, the crooked halfbreed, felt her coyote side take over. She added chaos to their melody.