Wapun Meadow Slow down It's a science

At the french tacked onto the end of her own greeting, Dart gave a soft caw of delight. Ah, a woman of culture as well! In truth, the raven knew of only a small smattering of phrases and words picked up from various wolves on his travels, but that didn't mean he still couldn't pride himself on being so cultured! His pleasure, however, was short-lived as his friend was overcome with what looked like sadness. The brief, far off look cast over his head was not missed, but Lainie was quick to resume their conversation with a smile and tantalizing offer.

The description she gave of the man wolf was constructed in Dart's mind quite haphazardly, taking on a spookier form than what was probably intended, but the bird leapt up excitedly all the same. "Why, of course, of course!" he crowed. Anything to help his new friend! "White wolf much easier to find when no snow about!" Another wink, before he looked to Lainie with a curious glint of one eye and tilt of his head. "He friend?"