Heron Lake Plateau So there's this puzzle I work on endlessly

Elwood? Like Screech, she brushed off the notion, and simply assumed he meant he'd seen a grey wolf, but not one he really recognized. Grey, she thought; there were a tonne of grey wolves around...His description wasn't particularly helpful- but she'd keep an eye out for grey, male wolves hanging around the borders, in case he came back for a second time...Or third- or however many times he and Raven had carried on. She grimaced and shuddered. Her ears were still turned back, though. What were they supposed to do?

She gave him a glare when he asked about females, and she knew what he was talking about. Honestly, it ruffled her feathers a bit to talk about it, to a guy. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "It's not like we're zombies or something, Screech." She said. "We don't just go for whoever comes along," She said, her voice wvering only slightly, as of course, she'd never experienced what it was like to lust uncontrollably. She glanced at him for a moment, a new question coming to mind. "Why? Have you ever...You know...Done it?" She asked hesitantly.