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Juliet watched as the bird finally looked away from her and looked to his owner for affection, man he was different from Grynn. She liked Grynn, such a pretty creature and friendly too. The falcon even wanted to be near her but Neela called her back to make sure Juliet was okay with the bird. She liked the social bird, but this one. He was mean, he did not anyone near the strange wolf and even would screech if she got close. Stupid bird.
The girl listened to the woman’s answer, ignoring her last question would not make her stop asking it. She wanted answers and it was hard to get rid of her if you ignored her questions. So he was a hawk and his name was Fawkes, well that was good to know but she still wanted to know why he was so antisocial. ”Does he not like others?” She asked, aware that the bird obviously did not like her but what about other wolves. Did he like them? ”Fawkes you’re a pretty hawk” She stated, doing the same thing she did to the Falcon. When she commented on her Grynn seemed to like her instantly, maybe Fawkes worked the same way?
She noticed that her short answer about worry was well short, most would ask why she was worried. This wolf was so strange, yet so fascinating since she dodged her questions. With a shrug Juliet sat down in the snow, her body facing the blind wolf. Her arms hugged her knees to her chest as she stared at her companion with curiosity glittering her in eyes. Why did she seem to not like questions, no one had ever denied her answers to her questions.
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