Great Bear Wilderness Night and Day, Day and Night (DISCOVERY THREAD)

The birds were talking now? She could understand them? Kipling wasn't sure what to think at that point flustered by the attack of the ravens, but even more frazzled that they spoke the common tongue of wolves. (She didn't really socialize outside of her own species.) Or perhaps the mushrooms had given her super-wolf abilities and she was now able to translate the chatter she'd had often listen to float down from the treetops. But then why did the dark she-wolf understand them as well? It was difficult to keep her train of though coherent she could hardly hush the snarl of surprise stuck on her face; she hoped it wasn't permanent.

Though the growl wasn't direction at Meldresi it rose in pitch at the nudge Kipling received, but she didn't move to snap or attack. She'd save that for the feather-brains if they dared to do another dive-bomb on the pair. Shaking her head as if that would clear the fog in her brain she paused a beat longer than was comfortable before answering Meldresi, Duh. She had many many questions to ask before she'd succumb to sleep though, and pointedly left her bleary eyes fixated on the shifting shadows in the trees.