Lefty carried more sticks on their back. March lingered at their side, as always-- Storm-Eye chirped and flew through the trees, ahead, scouting. Lefty greatly appreciated what was offered to them by the presence of the other creatures. They were constantly company.
As they crossed beneath the cover of trees, delving into the woods, Lefty breathed in. They went still-- first, the scent of Wylan, which they had been following already.
Second,
Horrifying,
The scent of a bear.
The scent of blood. Lefty felt their blood chill. Nerves lit, and she barked: "Wylan! Wylan!" She hoped the boy had just coincidentally crossed the creature's scent path. Mind churning, Lefty sprinted deeper into the woods, calling for the boy they had grown attached to.
"Speech"
Lefty has two companions: March the piebald wolverine (female) and Storm-Eye the Black-Thighed Falconet (male). Unless otherwise stated, they are assumed to be with Lefty at all times.
