Chicken feathers? I think not!

Aryn flipped her head to the wolf in curiosity, then quizzically flipped it upside down, her eyes on bottom and her beak on top. She cooed questioningly, as if the repeat the fox's inquiry.

The owl shuffles her feet in excitement, her yes hinting her feelings. She was communicating with a real wolf! She never felt happier in her life! She finally got to speak to those creatures that ran so beautifully, as if they were one, like a river. She finally got to know one personally!