Shy Deer Steppes to be honest you're kind of a goddess

He quirks his head as the wolf looks up, catching his morning sun gaze with one beady black eye as he continues to circle. The man then shoots back what Arsène assumes is either a response or a question of his own, though he does not understand it – he has never heard such a language before.

Intrigued, the crow descends in a lazy spiral, landing a few paces away from the wolf, not quite relaxing his wings in case he decides to rush him again. "Common, boy, do you speak it?" he caws, demandingly so.