Shy Deer Steppes to be honest you're kind of a goddess

The bird looks appeased by something; perhaps the obvious failure of Drusk to catch him, perhaps something else. The wolf stares up at it a moment and gives a chuff, not knowing the sounds it uses as its beak snaps.

Zir, has tih? Afis hezhah? He wonders aloud as he watches the creature coast so easily in the air. It had to have come from somewhere, and Drusk wondered now if a fresh meal was nearby — or maybe that was what drew the bird too, thinking the wolf could provide. A stalemate.