Chicken feathers? I think not!

Aryn clacked her beak in frustration. She was unsure how to tell the two creatures her name. She wavered before attempting to speak the language of the wolf. She understood their language, so maybe she should try to speak it...

"A-Aryn-n" she mouthed, before letting off a frustrated hoot and flipped her head backwards. Her wolfish sounded guttural and screechy, hardly audible. If one were to make a name out at all, it would sound more like 'Ari'.

She turned her head back to the right position and looked at them, blinking.