Howling at the Moon

The priestess hid a face of amazement as the owl spoke to her. She dropped her hare and looked up at the talking bird. "My mouth was full." She explained. "How did you learn how to speak wolf?" It wasn't everyday that you met a bird who could speak your own language. The religious/superstitious part of her wondered if it was a messenger of Hermaeus Mora, the god of knowledge and memory, brother to Mephala.