Shadowwyn Moor Hey, how about that!

From one bird to another their conversation went, as Kero informed him that pheasant was his preferred food, or perhaps turkey. Luke had eaten a few of them, and bobbed his head in agreement of their flavor and of the challenge proposed by the latter's talons. Pheasant had talons as well, but they were more apt to fly and did not possess the same heft as a jake turkey. Indeed, such a bird kept a wolf going for a while. He could almost feel the saliva pool in his mouth as he thought of all the meat. The blue-nosed wolf was hard pressed to think of a food he did not like, but there was one food he could not deny as his favorite.

"Fish." he announced, grinning at Kero. "My favorite food is fish," he hummed, remembering all the trout, salmon, catfish, minnows, perch, suckers and sunfish he had ever eaten, among others. "I can't get enough of them. Do you fish?"