Blackfoot Forest MEET · Once In a Lifetime, The Suffering of Fools

She spent another night curled atop the log, though as night gave way to dawn, it brought a damp chill which woke the slumbering Pied and forced her to rise onto all fours, bound off her perch and slither inside it. With a sigh, she let her chin drop to her paws, though she only drowsed for what felt like a few moments before a distant howl made her lift her head suddenly. It connected with the log's interior with a hollow thunk and Pied muttered quietly as she made a hasty exit.

After discerning the message contained in the howl, the Sigma began to lope quickly but calmly toward source of the leader's voice. The night had died away and, with it, the wails of the foxes. Now, the forest rang with the jabbering of birds. Pied knew little about birds, though her two-toned eyes lifted to find the magpie who never seemed to be far away. She did not see any sign of Mag, yet this didn't bother her. Pied continued making her way through the woods, her thoughts now drifting to her grandmother, who loved birds so much, she had a nearly encyclopedic knowledge of them upon which she based her ranks in Flightless Falcons.

When she arrived at the meeting place, her pink tongue probed forth to wet her dry lips. Pied spotted Jinx right away, seated atop a long not unlike Pied's own home base. She also saw the other wolf—who looked quite a bit like a coyote—bowing her head to the Alpha female. Pied made what she hoped was a graceful approach toward the two, yet she stumbled over some underbrush on her way and she rolled her eyes at herself. As she did so, she caught sight of Mag, perched quietly in a sycamore beyond the leader's shoulder.

"Hello, Jinx," the Sigma said, effortlessly respectful without laying it on too thick. She turned her mottled head sideways and smiled faintly at the red stranger. "I'm Pied," she introduced before seating herself with an accompanying crunch of fallen leaves.