Werewolf Origins: Aria The Beginning
She called out into the trees.
Ruffling of feathers answered her from somewhere above. Aria craned her neck to look up. The only being was a large, brown, spotted owl staring at her with round golden eyes. It spread its broad wings and floated down to a lower branch.
“Why?” The owl asked again.
“What?” Aria asked, confused. He wasn’t referring to the rabbit, was he?
“Kill.” The owl turned his head upside down and blinked.
“I hunger.” She said slowly, then wondered how the bird could understand her… and she him? Never before had she talked with another creature using voices. Except Morgan, of course. And she still hadn’t figured that one out.