Bearclaw Valley Galant

she hears him before she sees him—but she had smelled him even sooner. she is downwind, and his scent comes to her, mixed with the fresh, aquatic aroma of the creek. as she draws closer, she begins to take notice of the humming, and curiosity begins to mingle with puzzlement.

the red girl comes across Ashlar, staring down at the water, making a sound that is a little like talking—but not. more like a whisper—but not. her brows knit together, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Avicus begins to mimic the last note he'd sent out, the vibration in her throat sending a frisson down her spine. like a howl, but muffled. almost like the wind through the trees. . .yes, that is the best comparison. something not of wolves but of nature, and she wonders how he had learned this power.

her voice cuts out and she looks at him, questioning.