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Despite having turned away from the wolf, Shiv still kept an ear out for any other words it decided to throw her way. While offended, the bird still couldn't keep her curiousity about the fellow inhabitants of the Wilds at bay. She was fascinated by them — as much as she was about anything, really — and their strange ways. They seemed to work like a flock, kind of. A big, wingless, beak-less flock of creatures that ate caribou instead of bugs and berries.

Shiv cocked her head to the side as she listened, before releasing a loud, defiant squawk in response. A few words! She spun back around on the branch with a quick hop, leaning forward as she eyeballed the jeering female. Quickly forgetting her former announcement that refused to speak to the stranger, the magpie responded, "Shiv knows many more." With another warble, she flitted down to the ground before the grey wolf, though kept a wary eye on her in case she decided to attack again. "Can talk as well as any wolf!"