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She is alone for only a few minutes before she hears the uncharacteristic sound of wings. Her ears turn and she glances up, uncertain what she’ll see. The bird stands out against the contrast of a white backdrop, an imperfection among all the frost surrounding them. She does not know much about birds and what to expect of this one. She can’t hunt anything more mobile than a turkey but surely Artaax would pluck this one would of the air with his teeth.

You didn’t tell her, it says and she pauses, looking up and trailing the slow slight her pale gaze. It surprises her to hear words from something not a wolf, especially a bird. “Tell her what?” she tries, wondering how much they’ll actually communicate—if they are at all.