Blackfeather Woods Where the wild things are

The wolf responded to his query with one of her own, which amused him profusely. No matter where one went or how much land they traversed, the fact still remained that the wolves of the area would want something. He couldn’t blame them, really. He knew his own species was the superior one, what with the knowledge all owls seemed to harbour and even the way their minds processed things. They were sophisticated creatures, far more advanced than their barbaric counterparts. Not to say all wolves were dastardly creatures hell-bent on dominating anything and everything they came across, of course, but most were. Even so, the young tyto could not bring himself to despise them. The presence of their species as a whole was important to the wellbeing of the environment, and some had proven themselves beneficial to him in the past. It was those very same past experiences that led to him remaining atop his perch, rather that flying off and leaving the shadowy lupine to wonder.

“I know many things,” Keyx began, intentionally remaining as vague as possible without diminishing her interest. “In exchange for a taste of what wisdom I have to offer, what could you provide for me?” Nothing that was truly free existed, thus he would not act as if he believed it did. Besides, bartering was an activity he rather enjoyed.