Heron Lake Plateau Just talk to me, like lovers do

Fluke felt uncomfortable under her stare, but as soon as it broke, he could tell that she was taking honest amusement in what had just happened. Though he still felt a little bit under the microscope, he had learned that certain things that made him anxious or nervous would often be funny in retrospect- so he might as well enjoy them in the present. It was a tactic one of the females he'd grown up with had taught him, as a means of not taking everything so personally. 

Besides, Towhee was actually a pretty interesting wolf. Despite the sharpness of her orange gaze, and the way he couldn't quite tell when she was joking and when she wasn't, she apparently had a friend, or pet in the hawk, which was very odd- but still pretty neat. And what also surprised him was the fact that she was deaf, and though he wanted to be empathetic- it looked very much as though she'd long since come to terms with her hearing impairment. He looked at her fondly, and shrugged. He wouldn't have guessed it. 

"You just sound like you have a different accent," He said- before he clarified, figuring maybe she didn't have much of a concept of accents given she couldn't hear. "Like...You sound like you're from somewhere else. You sound kind of like a group of wolves I met, to the South of here," He said. And smiled, shyly. "But...Louder." Fluke was a fairly soft spoken wolf- so it suddenly made sense why her voice had been so consistently loud in comparison to his, which tended to get softer and softer the louder his companions were. "How did you tame the bird? X?' He asked.