Dawnlark Plains let's communicate in sonic frequencies

To the north, there was a mountain. Oni spent a few hours inspecting its base before moving south once more, following a trail plowed through the snow by a moose. Oni wasn't much of a hunter but knew of no other animal with such large feet, and elk weren't able to motor through deep snow as effectively as their larger counterpart. He followed the deep furrow, head level with shoulders, eager to find his way back to the shelter of trees and shallower snow.

There was only one problem.

Oni halted with a start and lifted his head over his shoulders. Sprawled across the snowed in pathway was a wolf, smallish from his perspective with bright white markings etched along her deep, dark coat. Oni's hackles prickled uncertainly as he stood straighter, ears pressed forward, and considered his options for getting around her and moving on: was it best to go around and risk getting mired, or trample over her and risk her teeth in his ankle?