Great Bear Wilderness silence of siberia

The Night Creature had taken yet another daytime adventure in flight, even though her wings drooped and her eyes bulged. It was then she heard several heartbeats. One of a rabbit snoozing underneath a root, one of a small wolf padding on the cruchy, dead leaves, and a third, a rapid heartbeat of a bird.

Curiosity and fatigue drove her to land. Not too far from the black bird, in fact, just on an opposite branch of the tree. She watched with curiosity at the juvenile for a moment before looking at the raven, who seemed quite curios as to what the wolf was doing.

She ruffled her feathers. She was fluent in owlish and wolfish, not whatever the raven's cawed... but maybe... they could form some kind of communication? For all she knew, their languages could be similar, they WERE both birds...

"You interested in what that little wolf is doing?" She spoke in owlish, which would only be a clutter of hoots to those uncommon to it. Something itched her though. Had she met that wolf before?...