Otatso Wetlands I think I'm freaking out

Stories had been the lifeblood given to whelps born to the Corvidae, and Magpie's imagination was wild with them. If a wolf were leading her through this place and she did not know it, she would have imagined that she were being taken somewhere sinister. It felt good to not be that wolf, and she was going to milk this situation for what it was worth. However, with the stranger following obediently and without worry, Magpie's step soon showed her boredom and disappointment. They could wander in this direction for a small bit longer, and then they would go back the way she knew.

It wasn't long before the other spoke through the silence, and Magpie stopped walking to turn at face her. The female pinned her with green eyes that rivaled her own, but still the youth said nothing. When she was accused of trying to creepy, Magpie snorted dismissively. Still, the older wolf had sparked something in the juvenile and she responded in a similarly childlike manner, "I only talk to wolves that are worth it."