Broken Antler Fen pазве ты не знаешь, я тебе не годюсь?

Not realizing that the Raven thought she meant a fellow canid, she only shrugged lightly, stating, "I vas not too fond of the two-legs anyways. They can be quite cruel." And for a moment, her spotted ears tipped back a bit anxiously as she recalled the sharp words spat her way, the bruising blows of a shoe or some other handheld object, the crushing fingers wrapped around her muzzle or forcing her into the confines of a claustrophobic cage. Bad dog!

"Oh, vell congrats!" The she-dog offered with a few little prancing steps -- excited by the smoky she-wolf's excitement. "Sounds good to me. I can't vait," she murmured genuinely in a cheerful chirp, feathered legs and hocks quivering with her glee. She dared to press closer, moving to stand alongside her newfound friend. She sniffed at the larger lupine, a little hesitantly since she didn't want to offend the leader, and would even touch her nose to the woman's chin in friendly submission if allowed.