Big Salmon Lake twark

Fleetscut. Wolves certainly did have odd names. She wasn't even sure if she could pronounce the man's name in her head let alone out loud so she settled on just calling him Fleet. And fleet he was! Shiv cackled and spread out her wings again as the man continued skating, jumping into the air for a moment after spinning in a few tight circles. Not that Shiv was really sure what he was doing; she was all too entertained by the blur of forest and sky that seemed to whiz past her as she balanced on the wolf's back.

Giving a chirp in response, the bird nodded even though Fleet couldn't really see her. "Very much! Shiv visits lake lots!" she said, glancing around the area. It was a wonderful place to spend summer in as the humidity of the area brought along many insects and the frogs were prone to lay their eggs in the muddy banks. "But not in winter." She had never seen it frozen over before; it was a new experience, that was for sure. Leaning close to his ear as if she were telling a secret, the magpie continued. "Shiv live in Heartwood! Fleet ever visit?" It was both a question and an offer — an invitation for her brown-furred friend to come visit her forest.