Sparrow nodded, a sort of reverence was hidden in the wrinkles of his forehead betwixt his brows.
I believe she has suffered some sort of great loss... The dog admits. Despite how annoying it was becoming to be doted on and followed around like a child, he knew that she needed it to heal. The way she lost her child could not have been in any way easy if it left her mind so broken as to mistake a dog as her son. The healer looked off into the woods, the direction he had come from and the direction he had seen her last.

He could not imagine her pain, but the look on his face showed that he was trying to. A silence was had, if only shortly, before Hira spoke up again. He looked to her in confusion at the mention of 'humans'.

It was understandable. Despite their clan's true lineage, their past with man on horseback, they could not remember. None were alive to see nor hear the tales of them. Of man and their metal sticks that exploded, nor the cutting edge of their iron blades. The way they would command the dogs,

Come-by,

Away

Cast.

All they could remember was the horses. The only ones and the only part of them that persisted beyond man. The thundering of their hooves across great planes, the dog's marching behind them.

What's a human? His voice was littered with curiosity, the foreign word playing on his tongue. The way Hira spoke of it, he assumed it must be some sort of job or title. He thought it strange but, his Warm-Blooded heart always pumped a thirst of knowledge through his veins.