feathered thief

The pup seemed wary, almost scared. Sparrow understood. So this pup really was lost, although she wouldn't admit it. Sparrow looked her over. She didn't seem hurt or entirely worse for wear. Just where were her parents, Sparrow wondered, although she decided it was better not to ask.

"Tell me, little one, where are you from?" she asked with a gentle smile. If the pup wished to speak more, she would listen, but figuring out where this pup needed to be was the most important task at hand.

"By the way, I'm Sparrow, the alpha of Abaven- a pack a little ways off. There's no need to be afraid."