Fairspell Meadow If there’s a wrong road, I’m damn sure gonna take it

"Not all the time. They have lives too, y'know." The birds still circled around the two wolves, though most strayed off, looking for more interesting and helpful things to do. The ones who did stay were big and intimidating — for birds that is.

"I think they know what we're saying, but they don't always listen to me." She kind of wished she had birds under her control, much like what the wolf suggested. "I'm just suggesting things to them. They still listen to her." Again, she gestured to the big one-eyed raven. The bird in question gave a soft quork, which could mean a multitude of things in bird-speak. However, it did confirm that she had some idea of what they were talking about. "So are you from a pack, then?"