A whistle broke the monotony of the rustling leaves and buzzing insects, and Vesper jerked her head up with her large dark-rimmed ear straining forward. Her bird hopped quickly onto her shoulder then fluttered up a bit higher to get a good look at what had caused the noise; he quickly landed and croaked to himself, in no words that Ves could understand. Her brow furrowed, but if he didn’t consider something a threat, she trusted him.
The coyote hybrid sat up when she saw the dark shape coming through the field to her. Her eyes flashed to the kestrel perched on her shoulder, and Stark croaked a greeting while the wolf questioned her about her companion.
“No, Stark having coyote,” the raven answered for her, and the Centurion smirked. She was surprised he’d spoken up; he didn’t often address luperci, although it was obvious that he had no problem doing so.
“We’re partners of sorts,” the scarred female confirmed. “What about you two?” She sniffed lightly and tried to look friendly, although her good humor was at odds with the smile that she couldn’t quite produce. A smirk slashed across her lips instead, making her look more wry than she meant to.
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