Winds on the Wing

She slowed her pace as the stranger approached her from the caravan, her tail swaying nervously behind her.
The wolf's wings were massive! He seemed very friendly and she couldn't help herself from giving him a warm delighted smile.

"Bon...'ello!" She greeted in turn, nearly using her homeland's tongue, "Pardo'n zhe intruzion, I 'ave never seen such... Mmmm... des ailes... eh, Zhe zhings on your back! Are zhey.. réels?"(Are they real) She asked innocently, trying to find the words to translate. As she spoke she had not stopped moving, back and forth, side to side, one step, two step. Her nervousness was palpable but eager. Where had they come from? Where where they going? What pack was this? Was he the only one with wings? How often was he even asked this question... Oh, he was probably so tired of such conversations already... her wildflower eyes glanced back at the receding caravan, no others seemed to have such appendages but the massive beast that led them was an oddity as well. If they all knew her tongue how well she could speak and gather more information! She wouldn't have to translate every time she had to say something!