beautiful creatures

The girl apologized, explaining that it hadn’t been anything Rhae had done, which allowed her some peace of mind that she had not startled this girl, even unintentionally. While Rhaegara was many things that made her seem assertive, and even aggressive at times, she did her best to hold a kind and steady heart. Her mother had taught her patience and kindness just as her father had taught her how to use the business end of her claws and teeth. Still, she was curious as to what had the girl on edge. Was she in some kind of danger that made her jump out of her own skin whenever she saw another wolf?

Rhaegara wanted to him, and Carlys knew it which meant she was gently poking the back of her head with her beak, a subtle reminder that she was hardly in a position to help anyone that wasn’t herself at the moment. Rhae was simply out to survive. The girl mentioned that she was called Motif and had a raven of her own named Winter, Carlys’ head instantly snapping towards the sky to look, taking off as shock laced Rhaegara’s features. “You’ve been blessed with a companion from the Ancients as well?” She asked, excitement in her voice as a smile lit her features.

After all, not even her siblings had received the blessing; they were only passed down from alpha to heir apparent, or more of, only an alpha and the heir apparent were ever blessed with one. She was a little older than Rhae, which meant she had likely had hers for longer if her tribe’s traditions had matched Rhaegara’s own. "It's so nice to meet you. I haven't met anyone to have a blessed companion since I left my Tribe." Left was a kind way to put it.