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Quelt raised his head to the bird as he spoke. Blinking for a moment as he starte to step back from the tree. A smile growing slightly on his face partly scrunched up in hurt from being called smelly. After all he'd like to consider himself a very clean wolf on terms of bathing. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to is turn you my friend" he mused as the bird continued to talk about how oddly colored he was. It had been some time since his marlins had been inquired about but this was not the first.

He tilted his head a little at the bird who spoke in third person. Water? Oh he was speakin about his slate blue body. "Unfortunately it is a part of my fur birdy otherwise I would give it to you" quelt said a bit sadly, thought shifting a bit hoping the crow would not peck at him. Only to notice the strang feathers on his head. "You've got some pretty head feathers, my names quelt walker is yours b?" He questioned stayiń polite and holding a smile. Part of him couldn't believe he was talking like this with a crow.