Moonsong Glacier then because she goes

the white bird, quite deliberately, held their silence until the wolf had waddled back on land.

then, once the beast was present of mind and with talons on ground - they croaked with uproarious mirth!

head throw back as they batted their wings in spasming hilarity, their talons nearly lost grip of the tall stone they occupied. yet, it would've been worth it! only the best and the brilliant die laughing, was the white bird's philosophy.