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The afternoon had come and gone, passed through training and contemplation. Returning from the Wilderness, the Nomad Shepard and her vulture companion conversed as they traveled, pausing only to take note of the west setting sun.

The Issor pointed to the glowing body and made a sound for her companion to understand. Bright, warm, glowing and strong. Warm...she repeated these words in a tune he would comprehend and encouraged that he mirror them in a way her ears would understand. Trial and error, it was the basis of their relationship as it had been with the owls now trained to the sound of her voice regardless of its octave. But the bird's stubborn nature showed through when he was taken by frustration. But still she encouraged him to try, then eventually let him rest to watch the sun slip below the treetops. The facade of their home lied before them, looking little more than a dark structure cutting through the violet and red-orange sky. Beautiful, she added to his lesson. Warm... and beautiful.

But what he spoke of was a dark shape. A tree with a lump against it. Strange...foreign. Perhaps a creature, she reasoned with her companion, then extended her arm in gesture for him to survey this oddity. He turned his nimble head and briefly plucked a red strand from her loose wild, tresses then took off from her shoulder to better see what he could only glimpse. With hair in beak, he glided the distance to the trees coming swiftly, remaining aloft and circling overhead, riding the dwindling cool winds to keep himself at a safe height. In his sights below was an autumn shape, large against the trunk of a tree...seemingly still. He opened his beak to screech for his master, the hair slipping free and floating down toward the lone form. Against the tree, he called...large and bright. In his broken attempt he sounded "...wolf...".

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