Blackfeather Woods I hear your voice on the wind

Their conversation continued briefly before attention was suddenly shifted to the pale child. She glanced behind her as if expecting someone else to be there but then turned back to look at both adults with a toothy broad grin. "Haya!" she greeted, knowing this was a word that wolves would use to say to one another. Wolves other than the dark one and the caretaker, anyway. The word held little true meaning, as it was just an empty greeting to fill the space, much like a nod or a playful nipping.