Blackfeather Woods i stand on shaking earth, the surface it looks calm

"What can a crow offer a wolf?"
Taikon shrugged, grinning sideways with a funny little expression like he'd done something sneaky. He knew very well that the ravens had their uses with hunting. Crows, though, he considered insects among birds in comparison. They were annoying, with calls that were shrill and frequent and didn't seem to adhere to the rules of time. He had never understood why there were those among wolves that enjoyed the close company of feathered beasts. He found the animals unnerving in general, and rarely useful. Definitely, he concurred with a small smile.
What? Puffin is a bird? he asked and once again held his attention firmly on her. She was a strange-looking woman, he knew, but to compare her to a bird seemed rather absurd. There was that strange colour on her chest, a flame-like fur he had never seen before on one of their own.
A flash of the dog he had accidentally forced away came to him. He shoved it down and away.
Why would your parents name you after a bird?