One Call Away

She hadn't been paying too much attention either, to enraptured by everything around her. Even Civetta, who was generally so alert, did not notice the large stranger. Not until he made a sound, alerting both creatures to his approach. Finch jumped slightly, her hackles raising as she turned to look at him. All the way up at him. The bird on her head fluffed up, tweeting in irritation as her beady eyes narrowed at the larger wolf. Her wings unfurled as she went to go hop over to him, but Finch quickly tossed her head upwards to stop her friend. Civetta’s beak snapped shut and she hunkered down between her ears.

Finch chuckled softly, her fur laying flat as he asked if he could join her. She nodded, a heat rushing to her pale cheeks. Shifting her gaze away from him, she looked to the horizon instead. She may be working on getting stronger, but it was harder to shake her shyness. Shuffling slightly on her paws, she fell silent for a moment. Finch was at a loss of what to say, until a slight breeze drifted his scent towards her. She blinked at the overwhelming smell of a pack, and her head tilted to the side. Was there another pack here in the east? She was terrible, really. She didn't get out much at all. "So you're from a pack around here?" she asked with a squeak, her ears pinning at how sheepish she sounded. Her cheeks turned an even brighter shade of red under her fur, her gray marked tail swishing on the ground behind her. For an alpha's daughter, she should know more about politics. And her rank too! Goodness, she had a lot to work on…

"SPEAK" "SPEAK ITALIAN" "CIVETTA SPEAKS"