Morningside Cuesta dulasei

Curiosity certainly seemed to foil Heda's standoffishness, something Paisley felt might be for her own benefit. Of course, she'd perhaps spooked the young wolf earlier, but she did get the impression that Heda had lived a sheltered life, and was only now beginning to learn that strangers were not immediately dangerous. She could only hope that that was the case, rather than assuming that this aversion was learned behavior. 

"Mmhmm. 'Course they go by many names. Whiskeyjack, Grey Jay, Vittlethief. Bit smaller'n a crow, but grey, light grey, with darker grey over their eyes." She explained, as Heda sniffed around. "Don't ever hurt one. Legend tells that any creature that harms a whiskeyjack will have the same fate befall them." She cautioned the young wolf. She held some superstitions- but mostly just empathized with whiskeyjacks in particular because they were friendly and helpful. 

She hummed thoughtfully when Heda described what Rivenwood smelled like. She flicked her tongue over nose and sniffed; Heda didn't smell particularly like swamp, but if she believed there was a shark in the water, surely she wouldn't have gone swimming in it. One brow dipped over her eye, while the other raised at the mention of  the marine animal. She was also surprised to hear that "Willam" was a female name- it sounded too close to "William" to be feminine, in Paisley's opinion, though she  chose not to speculate out loud. 

"Well. I don't think you need to worry too much." She said. "Sharks only eat fish." She stated. "Wet your nose- with your tongue," She said, changing the topic with hopes of discouraging any dispute over her shark facts. "Then try sniffing. I'll get you started in the right direction, though- your trail starts over here," She said, "And goes thataway. See if you can follow just your scent."