Big Salmon Lake twark

The pleasant stranger seemed to get the hang of skating on the ice quicker than the magpie and soon he was gliding across the surface, carefree laughter echoing around the lake. Shiv pressed her talons into his fur, wings outstretched as she fought for balance upon his back. She was enjoying herself, too, however, singing in delight as the wind ruffled her feathers.

At his question, she leaned forward, edging up his neck and towards his brown ears so she didn't have to yell over the sound of nails clicking and sliding against the ice — not to mention all the other birds who were flitting around the lake and chattering amongst themselves. "Shiv!" she replied merrily, before beginning to gently pick through the fur behind his ear, half in thanks for the ride and half because she figured she might find some bugs entangled there. "Wolf have name?"