Phantom Hollow Here, birdy, birdy

Silver, the mottled black and brown wolf thought with amusement, that's appropriate. With a coat like hers, she couldn't think of a more appropriate name. Mitanni couldn't help thinking also of how the Moonlit Hills tended mostly to draw in wolves who sported a darker fur color, at least in the overall scheme of things, and how up until Esteban and Judas she hadn't seen anyone who didn't match that description. Maybe we're changing, or brightening, she considered, though surely it was all just a funny coincidence. "Nice to meet you," she answered honestly.

As her company's attention shifted past her and back to the river, the little female turned slightly and looked back too. A bit of excited instinct kicked in upon seeing the birds floating into view, and guiltily she turned back to Silver with a brighter smile. "Key word being "trying." I haven't actually attempted it before." Again her attention returned to the ducks in the river. How hard could it be?

Feeling hopeful, and perhaps a little overeager to give bird catching a shot, Mitanni asked over her shoulder at Silver, "You familiar with hunting them?"