Phoenix Maplewood O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord,,

Célnes wanted to understand more, she said. Taikon resisted the urge to say, don't we all? He had learned the hard way recently that his off-colour attempts at humour were generally seen as nothing but crude insults. He wondered if she and her siblings had come to Whitebark Stream merely to gather intelligence for some enemy. Or, if not something that disingenuous, then perhaps they were only here to mooch from the pack before moving on to greener pastures. He realized that the likelihood they had come as spies was radically stupid; it would not make sense for three wolves to arrive for this purpose.
Yes, I've seen a herd of them before, the ones with the black tips on the tails, he described, recalling an evening just over a week ago when he had seen it. He had startled them intentionally, having no desire to attempt a hunt. His appetite in general had waned since he had discovered Aphrodite's lifeless body. He was beginning to lose weight, though had not realized it.
Were there many where you came from? He looked at her, tilting his head slightly.