Blackfeather Woods ghosts

Imaq's golden diadem canted aside, the string of sentences too much, too complex for her comprehension -- even with Rowan helping teach her the common tongue in his free time. She manages to catch a few select snippets: something about homes, and not knowing Rowan, kindness, and Imaq herself. 

"Rowan, good. Nice," the shaman answers wholeheartedly, quick to reassure the coyote on the nature of her friend. "Ehm...Taikon. Not," the wolfdog did her best to warn the smaller canid, a hint of concern in her tropical gaze. If Taikon reacted so negatively to the sight of a wolfdog in their ranks, what would he think if Rowan took in a creature who had no wolf's blood whatsoever?

"Imaq call Rowan?" she asked, wondering if her response might determine the brave coyote from attempting to join Ivory Rose's ranks -- assuming that was what she was here for.