Lake Rodney Where does a mind like yours wonder

She thought it sounded more like a bad omen, but kept her mouth shut. No, I understand that. She responded, raising a paw to poke at the feathers hung around her neck. It's the same reason I haven't gotten rid of these, though I'm sure one day they'll fall off or the leather will rip.

Treepie offered to call the bird down, and Quail shook her head no almost immediately. I'm not sure I'm ready to make friends with birds. She responded, letting her gaze settle back on Treepie. Is that silly? I only stopped growling at wolves a few weeks ago, I've been a bit too cautious. But look at her now - chatting away like it was nothing! She was almost proud of herself.