I See The Truth

"You may call me Birdie, she replied quietly, meeting the gaze of the feline that questioned her. A companion, she gathered. She was mildly affronted by his piercing gaze. That was the gaze of a hunter. She controlled her temper easily, however. It would do no good to scare off the wolf petitioning the divine. Not when his presence was obviously important. It was no surprise Birdie had been led to this moment in time. She sat down, allowing her mind to return to her breath. Hopefully the feline would see her as less of a threat.

She took her eyes off the protector and turned her gaze to the male's green eyes. The brown wolf had given her more detail in his second telling: the pack was falling apart from inside out... A pack was like a structure. If ill-built, or constructed using rotten parts, it will not hold even its own weight. He sounded wounded by all that was going on in his home life. Birdie felt sympathy for him... and it occurred to her that the way he spoke was possessive. "You are alpha? A simple question.