She probably should have howled.

But damn if her lives haven't made her patient, the first hour had gone by, then the second had the sun falling behind the horizon, by the third she was about to turn around and try tomorrow when a boy appeared.

Her pale blue eyes watched him approach, he was so young to be near the borders by himself what the hell, and he reeked something fierce. Where are his parents? Do they not make their children bathe?

He even barked at her, what kind of feral child was this.

Spirit raised an eyebrow, looking the teenager over quickly, yea ok this was a kid and not a skinny adult. Hello to you too, are your parents around? Her voice was deep as she spoke, rumbling, masculine, sounding unbothered about the wait or that this child was trying dominance displays on her. She stood, looking at him and then past him.

The owl meanwhile was awake by now, staring at the boy with big knowing eyes, smartly keeping her beak shut like she had promised, though if the pair stay here...he may find her tongue as sharp as her claws.