seeking greenery

The ripples of disturbed water met her legs as Theory hunted through the undergrowth for anything worthwhile to bring home. From the winter-stricken bare branches above, Alouette shuffled her wings and called down to her. A stranger was approaching. She lifted her head and regarded the horned man. It wasn't often that she met wolves with those sorts of accoutrements on the Eastern coast. He must hail from the pack Sirius' Armada had stemmed from - Ashen. The Ashen Empire. She'd heard primarily of its Empress, so logic followed that this warrior - so interested in her politics - must stand at her side, or close to it. Their close ties to the Armada made this situation difficult. She couldn't tell a lick of emotion either way on his feelings about her allegiance to Sparrow. His cadence was surprisingly... flat. Emotionless. Theory raised her head slowly, her chin dribbling with swamp water. Perhaps she could work while they spoke.

Turning her attention back towards ferreting between the roots of the trees, she addressed him: "Yes - we're cousins. I value family and Sparrow has been kind to me." Her words were simple and to the point. Theory set aside a damp heft of moss to take back and then returned to her search. "Were you sorry to see her win?" She had a feeling that sorry perhaps did not exist in his vocabulary.