Chimera Fields Til we strip down to our skeletons again

Not at all!

A bird came and landed in front of him. For a moment, FitzDutiful thought about pouncing on the bird in the hopes of gaining some food. He had never successfully caught a bird before but he knew that some wolves had. Some were natural fishers, others hunters and more still, bird catchers. Just as he was about to ready his stance it did a theatrical bow and he was reminded of the owl that had helped him look for Raissa. Was this another talking bird?

It appeared so for it asked him whether he was looking for bees too. "Bees?" His voice was showing the discomfort of being talked to by potential prey. It was an odd situation and he was glad it had never happened with the caribou that lived nearby. A wolf couldn't live for long as a vegetarian and yet he was sure he would have trouble eating something that had spoken to him. "No, I'm not looking for bees. I've heard they sting and are more trouble than they're worth. I take it you are?" FitzDutiful wondered what a magpie would want with a bee.