Golden Glade Cock-a-doodle-bleep

Tack chipred to herself while in thought, trying to think of which direction was which. Was he meant to go to the left? To the right? Keep going ahead? He had no real sense of direction after that storm he flew through, so where was he even meant to go? Then he saw a wolf nearby, and wondered perhaps they knew! 

"Wolf! You down there! I have the need of demanding something from you, wolf!" he said down to the wolf, looking over to them.