Gyrfalcon's Keep hippie sabotage

"That was an exquisitively lovely song there," Birk replied and dipped his muzzle politely in return. He refrained from adding that she was also a marvelously pretty girl, who - in his mind - was related more to the fairy-folk than the real life sturdy, steady wolves. Though most of the times the opposite sex liked to receive compliments, there had been some, who had seen his openness as a sign of weirdness. 

"I am Birk from the Ice Fields," he went on to introduce himself. "And may I know your name?"