Hideaway Strath Vapnatak.

It's four full pages of threadlog and almost two years, since Wraen had met Towhee for the first and the last time. They had exchanged names and the image of the girl's face had been saved in a dusty folder among many other nameless photos of people that the owner of the memory library had encountered just once. Likewise - Towhee's face did ring a bell of familiarity, but that was about it.

Wraen furrowed her brow, trying to understand the other's manner of communication, which to her, who was unused and knew nothing of deafness, signing, pterodactylogy or anything else associated to it, was difficult. However, what delayed her answer for longer was the bird sitting on the wolf's shoulder (or the nearest equivalent of it). Incidentally this reminded her of a conversation with a nameless and faceless character, who had complained that he had been part of a pack, where birds were put before wolves. Or something like that. 

"Ummm... hi, I guess?" she said and retreated few steps. The funny way of the girl's speech combined with the bird, made her feel a tad bit more awkward than she should have.