Deepwood Weald [m] iklignak

Sorry for the wait!

The bird did not seem interested in talking more, now that there were wolves. That was alright; soon enough Wilwarin was too distracted by the two men to think of the raven, or even to feel those eyes upon her.

One man made a pleading sound as he was clearly eager to run, and the other bowed; they both wanted the same thing, and she was glad for it. Wilwarin was excited by how bold Satya was, as he came up close and personal; and she repayed that attention with a playful nip to his face, and snuffling to steal the scents hanging about his neck.

The other man loosed a bark which startled her but she only laughed in that silent pantomime, and turned her attention to him. Dancing from one man to the other, her tail up and waving, as she shuffled in the snow and lunged to playfully grab for Hashut's shoulder — her back to Satya.

What did they want to play? Did they want to run with her, or was some other game afoot?