Great Bear Wilderness these feet aren't fast enough for me

He did not know what milks were, but he understood bark, and bobbed his head. Either way, he trusted the other wolf to be telling the truth and to know how to treat his wound. He felt inclined to share how he had acquired his injury then. "I got caught beneath a falling tree during the storm," he recalled. He had been fortunate in his life that he had sustained very few injuries until now. "One of the branches gave me a good smack, heh," he chuffed. He glanced around then. "Is there... milks... around here? Does it matter what kind of bark?"