The Ways Of The Old, Old Winds

Jynn stood on her hind legs, her front paws resting on an old oak tree as she peered into a cavernous hole in its bark. A little owl screeched back on her. Large ears flicked back at the sound. Oops. Ok, so maybe less spirits and more owls. She descended back to four legs as a loud yawn caught her attention.

Jynn whipped around, caution falling away to recognition. Sparrow! She grinned, pleased to see the pirate woman. It felt like it had been ages since they'd had a chance to hang out. "Well, well, captain Sparrow! It's good to see you, how have you been?" She bounded over, tail wagging lightly.