Hushed Willows Beneath the Bowed Head of Mother Willow

"oh." it seemed he hadn't offended. or perhaps it had failed to be offended.

no! bad thinking! this sort of thought would have that sibling pestering him to the ground. the raven shook his head.

"you--... don't you have an unkindness to get back to?" he looked sharply at the wolf. "you know, the people you can talk... wolf... stuff... with?"