If water isn't wet, then what is freeze drying

Over the sound of her chewing cud, a wolf barked in her direction. A barking wolf was not a hunting wolf, she reminded herself. She had been told many times, and yet, now finding unfamiliar wolves, she needed to repeat it in her head. A long fluted ear tilted in the wolf's direction as Lumi pulled free a small branch of evergreen to munch. The tree shivered and dropped snow and ice pellets over her head, but she shook them off gently before regarding the wolf.

The wolf, another young one, asked if she talked. After the doe swallowed her snack, she replied, "Naturally," as if it was the simplest question in the world. As if the wolf was asking if this doe spoke her specific language rather than if she could speak at all. There was no snark or malice in her voice, her statement as clear as the ice below their feet. "Is this a surprise?" Lumi asked, tilting her head in a way that made her bow droop away from her face, getting caught on a light but frigid wind.