Hideaway Strath I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

The Raven left out a triumphant yet hoarse caw as Arlette sniffed and paid attention to his gift. It preened it's chest feathers; apparently in an attempt to look nonchalant, but failed miserably.

Whrist shook her head slightly with a slightly amused look, then pointedly ignored the bird. She frowned at Arlette’s words she had not noticed the female needed cheering up, she was horrible at noticing anything that was not directly related to her. Then she gave a wolfish shrug almost dislodging her passenger.

“Would you like to hunt a rabbit or two?” She asked somehow reluctant to give up on the company of this wolf “I need to stick around until you come up with the name you promised” Whrist offered her a dashing smile