Blacktail Deer Plateau lass den Wind dich tragen

Rosalyn smiled, though she was more than a little confused.  Your 'homeboy'.  There was a lilt of affectionate amusement to her tone, but she looked up at the tree.  She'd scared the creature further up it seemed.

And what gave you that idea? she asked, curious.  It wasn't a bad concept, per say, but it was a strange one.  She'd met wolves who kept the company of other creatures, but very rarely.  The Redhawk girl came to mind.