Silvertip Mountain Tell Me What The Rain Knows

"Oh." His answer disappointed her, and she offered him a frown in return. If he couldn't understand their songs, he was no more extraordinary than herself. And she had always been plain Nanook. He looked back to the trees, but even if he found another bird to sing with, the moment would hold none of the mystery it held before.

"But are there wolves who can talk to them?" Her frown held. She had little expectation for him now, except that he would further disappoint her, but her curiosity prompted her to ask.