There it was again! The wolf was putting her voice in Roxanne's head. And she had heard her! So I do have powers! It took all her might not to dance with joy. I have powers! I have powers! I have powers!
Okay, okay, calm down, Roxanne. They're trying to speak to you. It was one thing for someone to say they meant no harm, and another to actually stay true to their words. She wondered if they could fly... No wings. It gave her some confidence. She'd stuff the squirrel carcass a little further under the bush, then tentatively slink her way out into the open. Her wings were outstretched, whole body low and on edge and eyes filled with caution; perhaps even a little fear.
She looked quite disheveled: not only did the rainwater from the bushes make her fur stick out in clumps, but the tuft of hair on her head stook out like a bad mohawk, and she was far skinnier than a child her age ought to be. Not yet malnourished, but she could get there just as easily as she could gain weight, "Hello," she said shyly, two-toned eyes refusing to take themselves off her, "How are you... In my head?"