Wapun Meadow and every night my mind is running around her

The odd little creature noticed him too and approached without any fear or reservations. This made Birk falter in his steps a little, because he was unsure of, whether this animal was safe and sane to be around. It soon turned out that this caricature of a wolf was a "dog". The man regarded the animal with a contempletive gaze, wondering, if he had either seen or heard, or maybe eaten one of those things, but nothing came to mind. This meant that the "dog" was a novel term in his dictionary. 

"If I was, you would not be standing here and talking to me now," he replied with a mischievous smile, but in order not to intimidate "the dog" he sat down and mustered up a curious/friendly expression. She was amusing, it had been a long time since he had had fun and for this reason he was not going to eat the jester today. "So - dog - do all look like you or you are one of a kind?" he asked conversationally.