Dragoncrest Cliffs last night i dreamed i was shot

A torrent of odd, gutteral sounds fall from the stranger's lips and Memory frowns, confused. He had never heard anything like it before, having only spoken common his whole life. 
"Ich?" He echoed back, butchering the accent and cocking his head, confused. The other wolf looked at him like he had insulted him. 
Maybe he didn't eat birds? "Here. Like this. It's good." He tore open the bird, exposing the sweet, oily meat. 
"You must be new around here. I'm Memory."