Moonspear I stared up just to see

She rattled off a good number of questions; sometimes Gannet had a hard time following conversation, but this time, his mind ticked off each one like a list.  He saw the game and he wanted to meet her challenge, though he ignored the ones to which answers did not immediately come to mind.  "Chasing.  Whip.  South, I think.  I've never met one."  Ok, that was untrue about cranky wolves.  But he tended to avoid conversation with those he sensed didn't  want it. "Fly."  That one surprised him even a bit.  It was impractical, but if chasing on the ground was fun, imagine what it must be like from the air!

"Whip's m' brother," he clarified after a minute.  "Who's Santa Paws?"