Rainbow Road

Observing the approaching wolf, he was startled to see the hat suddenly move, then take off in flight. It hadn't been a feathered hat at all, but a small bird made to look even smaller from the wolf's own size. His eyes narrowed perceptively as the little bird circled his position, clearly indicating his location to the wolf. He lifted his head, eyeing the bird. Even if the bird had not flown higher, it wouldn't be strategic at this point to remove the scout. It had already alerted the wolf to his presence and to do anything would have simply drawn the wolf's ire at the loss of its lookout. So he simply watched calmly and quietly as it spiraled up away from him, then turned his gaze back to observing as the wolf advanced to his position.

She spoke, and Bjorn tilted his head slightly to look down at her. She spoke in an archaic dialect, though not so different from the more modern speech the shepherds used. It didn't take more than a moment of thought to shift his own speech patterns to match. "Of course," he rumbled in return. "Though my people have not spoken in this manner for countless generations. Long, long before Man passed from this world."