King Elk Forest Raven-song

Akai’s ears canted downwards; no fear or aggression showed upon his muzzle, nor did his eyes widen in immediate surprise. In fact there was little to no change in his expression as he stared unblinkingly down from the tree, wondering if that smile upon the others face was a mark of fiened pleasure. 

“I know not where I am.” Placidly, methodically. “I came in on a breeze and plan to leave on one, too. I am sure I will be gone by daybreak.”

It wasn’t as if Célnes’s sternness was unheard, but simply that he didn’t care too much. There was no familiar scent of his sister anywhere… not on the bark, not on the ground. Whiskers twitching as he leant his skull against the trunk, a wistful sigh escaped the male. He would speak the words he always spoke when he came across strange canines.

"... I am looking for my sister, a white wolf with a silver tail. Have you heard of any? She would be carrying feathers in her fur... just like I am."