Lake Bismuth swimming in a fish bowl

He nodded as she spoke. It wasn’t often he ran into wolves — maybe due to the random side quests he took on the regular — but if he happened to run into this Leandrothos, he’d make sure to pass along the message. He continued dragging his long tongue through his fur. It scraped against the dried mud — which had been slowly chipping off.

Hira, hm? Her name was elegant. Sure sounding. It suited her well, he supposed. "Everyone calls me Bakari." His face scrunched up in puzzlement. He was hardly dove-like. He wondered why she called him that. More so because of the fact that his mother had once called him by that same nickname.

A rather loveless dove, he would be. He surely wasn’t as refined as one. Not even close, no. The only thing they had in common was their range of color and ability to relay messages. He didn’t quite understand those similarities though.

"And sure, if I see him I’ll make sure to pass along the message."