Birth of a Star

A light breeze tossed his scent toward her before he announced himself. A subtle glance had picked him out as he cleared his throat. First though, she delicately extended a front paw, reaching into the rushes and carefully rolling first one egg, then two, out of the nest.

“It is, yes. I hope it means the Autumn will be fair, as well…” Her head rose and she gave him her full attention with those sapphire to sky eyes of hers. Like her father her way of looking at one with the full attention was to give the impression that they were, at that moment, the most important creature on Earth.

She studied him, noting the swan with interest. Would he be willing to part with some feathers, she wondered. “A good kill.” She nodded to it with a slight smile before casting her gaze around briefly, though her attention never quite seemed to deviate from the male. He was, of course, in a land closely situated to the southern edge of her pack, and while she felt no fear of the man, regardless of height, she did wonder what brought him here.

She decided to wait on asking after any feathers from the swan—after all, she could always find other birds for feathers. Really, there were enough cast feathers on the ground here that she could have her pick.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think