Hushed Willows Beneath the Bowed Head of Mother Willow

a greeting sound, made with the rough grumble of its kind.

he understood, and was confused.

without much thinking, he mimed it back; "hello?" repeated in the heavily distorted cadence of the wolf's voice, similar to it the way a gnat was to a butterfly.

it was meant to be a way to put doubtful emphasis on what was said to him, but the raven doubted this creature understood the nuances of corvid communications.

(for some reason, yonder felt bashful.)