Haunted Wood Sailin, Sailin The Winds

the ebony male, the one known as cry to his kind, soon appeared and tula lifted from her witch's back to settle on his broad back. carefully, she avoided the scars laced across his spine to settle just behind his neck - small, clawed feet clutching the soft fur of his ruff.

she cheeped softly, not liking the way the language of lupines fell from the avian's tongue. it was unnatural, unnerving.