Duskfire Glacier /waɪld/

Scarlett hummed softly when the bird seemed to hear her words. Normally they would fly off into the sky and god know where they would land. The petite she-wolf often wondered what flying was like. As a wolf she would never have that experience. She would feel so free and probably let herself get carried with the wind to see where she ended. A soft smile tugged on her lips. She liked wildlife and plants. Now the bird was talking back to her and it made her even more interested in the winged creature.

She cleared her throat. "A coat is a collective word for all your feathers together covering your skin. In my case; I have a fur coat. You have feathers. Feathers that makes you able to fly," she returned. She knew it also had to do with their wings why these critters could fly but fur on wings didn't sound like the way to go. Her red eyes were trained in the blue colored bird. She had seen a few of them, often far into the skies or on a branch like this one. Although they were really shy flying off immediately at the sight of a wolf. "What kind of bird are you? Could you tell me? I like to know more about nature."