feathered thief

A dove sounded in a perch over head and her ebony skull jerked back so that blue eyes may stare upward at the white creature. She was hungry since her split with he family some days ago. She had wandered, tumbled around here and there. Taught just enough to get by her own at a young age. When the bird had quieted down it, Thisbee was able to catch the sound of paw steps. Dark child stopped in her tracks. Unable to pin point a proper cover in such a short time and before she knew it, a voice filled the air around her.

Bee turned to look at the older wolf. Speckled paws step back tentatively. Instinct told her to place that one extra foot of distance between herself and this stranger. A cautious pup. "Maybe." She replied to the question. Unsure if she should give the truth or not.