High Hawk Season

A shy ghost of a smile crept onto her lips as he spoke. He was a rouge, born and bred for a life of freedom. A life without boundaries, a life without laws or ranks or...Or anything! She could never live such a life alone. She was too small and sickly to hunt for herself, especially big game like deer. The birds of Alacritis she found were either too small or two fast for her, and mice and lizards were just as small and three score as scarce. No, she needed a pack to survive. Not like him. Hew could probably kill a deer just by glancing at it. How she envied him. But maybe she didn't need a pack, maybe she just needed one other wolf. Maybe she just needed him. She could be fierce if she needed to be, be strong if she needed to be, but never hunt. She could be an aide to the gentle giant, just as much as he could aid her...If he even allowed the idea. Perhaps he was a loner through and through and would leave the desert as soon as he had seen all he could. " It must be lonely." She mused " To see a land and all it's wonders just to leave it."
Speech!