after all [Ashmedai]

It seemed apparent that the male was unsure as to how the flow of life was whirling around himself. Part of the woman wanted to assure him it was alright, but she opted to hold her tongue. Not many took well to unsolicited advice, after all. He snorted, amused by the feathers upon her breast. Lirika was unsure how to react to that, brow creasing in confusion. He explained himself, how he wondered if she was a bird-wolf hybrid. A tiny laugh erupted from her jaws, crinkles forming at the corners of her eyes. He continued, explaining that he had a friend named Sparrow who might enjoy the tradition herself.

"Well, if she were to do so, she would need to understand the culture from which she has adopted the tradition. My culture is what others would call a closed religion, in that outsiders cannot simply call themselves one of us." Accented lyrics would explain softly, mercury gaze focused upon his features. "I mean no disrespect in saying this, of course." She added suddenly, wondering if this information would crush his spirits. "I spent quite some time learning the ways of my family, before I was allowed to partake in the ritual. On the first hunt, around the time one reaches sexual maturity, one is to bring the first bird they come across to the pack. The shaman will meld the two spirits together, ensuring another life after this one." The explanation would end simply, and she hoped it hadn't bored the young man.