Wapun Meadow morningsong

The answer was only half understandable. The ruminants were her prey, of course, as they were of all wolves. But she also wanted to understand them? What an odd thing to say. Did she and her chieftain aspire to be the reindeer whisperers? Wake’s ears flicked thoughtfully as he regarded the regal she-wolf without judgement.

I watch them only to find the young or lame among them, he answered honestly, a soft chuckle quivering his whiskers. I do not know what else there is to see. A head tilt then; tell me?