[aw] looking

Sparrow could feel her face burning at Ricochet's words. How did she suddenly fall into these things with a stranger? This was unacceptable. She needed to be more careful. Control, Sparrow, control.

Wait, there were two wolves now?

Sparrow's attention turned to the new addition to the group. This one was taller than Sparrow, but not as tall as Ricochet. She was browns and whites with markings not all that different from Sparrow's, yet somehow they looked a lot better on this form than her own. Ricochet addressed the other casually. Wait- they knew each other?

Worse, Ricochet called the other girl Sweetheart.

Wait. Wait wait wait. There were so many things not adding up, Sparrow decided. One, did this mean these girls were together like... romantically? Two, why was she so worried and disheartened about this possible relationship? Three, since when did she care about girls- pretty girls- being in relationships?

Ricochet introduced Sparrow to the other girl. Apparently she was named Peregrine.

Wasn't that a bird name?

Was this girl collecting bird-named girls?

Wait, no, weren't these two already together?

Wait...

Sparrow shook herself. She needed to stop.

Sparrow coughed, "Uh- yeah, I'm um... You heard... Sparrow."