Blacktail Deer Plateau It's Britney, bitch.

"Little brown-green jumping thing, huh?" Wraen furrowed her brow in concentration, figuring out, what the girl meant by it. Under warmer conditions she would have guessed that it was a frog, but this far in the season she doubted that any self-respecting amphibian was still wandering around. For all she knew, they tended to disappear during the cold months only to spawn every possible standing water surface with millions of babies during the spring. 

"Well, it could be that it either does not speak your language or it understood everything, but had plenty of his own brown-green-jumping creature stuff to think about," she suggested. "I mean it's not just wolves, who speak. Every living creature communicates one way or another. We are not versed in their tongue - that's all," she said. "In fact, I recall having a mink friend back in the day. @Nynka was her name and she had quite a lot to say," it was probably the only of wild fauna that she had ever encountered, who had ever wanted to talk with her.