Silvertip Mountain Tell Me What The Rain Knows

What the wolf said answered his silent question. He shook his head to her own question, for he did not understand them. Only the chirps could he hear, no speech. Just a wordless song. And he had returned one of his own to them.

"If I could talk to songbirds, I would have learnt how to sing by now" Chaska jested, looking back up the tree in case there were any others willing to sing a song for him. His ears remained perked, ready to follow the sound of any more songbirds.