Old Faces Don't Mean Old Souls

The odd marked wolf was obviously from the north, and yet as he turned to face him the exclamation would not be in english, but in the tribe's tongue. His curiosity would continue to grow, and still no answers would present themselves. Still, it seemed the strange wolf was just as interested in him as Shai was to him. He'd tilt his head curiously as he would playfuly bow before him, wanting to see his wings. The Adeyemi wolf would scoff, he was so such thing. "I am no such thing," He'd say with a smile, "The feathers came from a giant blue bird." He'd tell him, the macaw population had been dwindling the last few years, he hoped that the colorful creatures would bounce back soon. "What about you, were your parents one of the giant colored birds?" He'd ask in reference to his bright markings.