Hushed Willows Beneath the Bowed Head of Mother Willow

Amalia smiled slightly amused at this creature. I know what I am Thirteen. I am also aware of what you are. I see nothing wrong with casually conversing

Why shouldn't we converse? We are useful to each other, no? So why couldn't we share words too? Amalia met his gaze the same. She liked this smart alec bird. And she got slight amusement from his disgruntled image, but she truly didn't understand. She talked to coyotes, sometimes foxes, other wolves. Dogs.