feathered thief

OOC: Don't mind her profile pic, I was just playing around.

Sparrow knew Lark's children would be around one year old this season. She supposed she should throw them a celebration. Sparrow and her siblings never really got a birthday celebration growing up, but that was one of the perks of being the alpha, Sparrow assumed.

She was sure Archon wouldn't care. In fact, in his whole study of 'mortals' he would probably be quite thrilled to let the festivities continue.

Until then, Sparrow sought out something to make the date memorable: a trinket or accessory or something. This journey brought her all the way South. It was getting late, so Sparrow knew she wouldn't be returning to the pack today, but that didn't matter.

On her way, however, Sparrow picked up a scent. It wasn't a pack wolf, but it didn't smell like an adult either. Maybe it was lost. Sparrow sought after the owner of the scent until she found a sooty looking pup.

"Are you lost?" Sparrow called, wasting no time. With the sun setting, there was no telling what sorts of prey might appear.