The bird let out a loud shriek, startling Dalgina. Her ears laid back for a moment before popping back up, tail wagging softly as she looked at the white bird. That was cool! She wondered what it meant. Her friends seemed to understand what the birds were saying, but Dalgina had found herself left in the dark about it, just hoping someone would be nice enough to inform her what it might mean. The wolf turned at the call, sending Dalgina crouching closer to the ground. Had she been spotted? Nervously she peered through, hoping that she hadn't been spotted. It wasn't as easy to stay hidden with her growing body, not fitting where she used to. Her dark fur did help with blending, a gift she was beginning to recognize and appreciate.
The green eyes did focus on her, the pup immediately growing more nervous. What was she supposed to do now? Did she talk with him? Was he scary? Dalgina was unsure, the boldness from when she was younger gone. Hurt her? Dalgina had never imagined the bird would hurt her. Confusion crossed her face, wondering why a bird would hurt her. They were friendly, weren't they? She inched out from her hiding place, tail low as she looked to the bird that was now named. Another male. There must have been a lot of male falcons out there. She had seen a fair number of them. Quietly she introduced herself. I'm Dalgina.
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