She gets a better look at him. Dark fur, mis-matched eyes…and is that a scar on his face? She gulped slightly to herself. He didn’t seem mean, exactly, but not really friendly either. One thing she felt was certain, was that he did not look like he had the sickness.

He said that he was following the sound too. This got her raw ears to perk a little bit. They were missing quite a bit of fur, and they were red and cracked. Swollen from constant over grooming. The air felt colder there, and sometimes it was painful to be touched by a breeze.

Curiosity won out.

”D-do you know w-what it is saying?” she asked, moving her nervous head to look towards the bird, still chirping away. It seemed a happy song at least. Nothing wrong. Nothing anxious. Yet, she still did not know exactly what it meant. Did this stranger happen to know?