Hushed Willows Beneath the Bowed Head of Mother Willow

Amalia wrinkled her nose. He mimicked it back, but she wasn't sure if he understood or if he was asking a question? Was it even a he?. She wasn't certain, was there some sort of proper etiquette for these things, she sure as pups didn't know.

Um Yes Hello. Do you understand me? She was a little confused, and a little honestly if she was honest hopeful. She wanted to be able to talk to someone other than a wolf, liked the thought of a birdy friend.