Old Faces Don't Mean Old Souls

The wolf said that the feathers had come from a giant blue bird, which made Lebrah curious. Flipping over on to his back, he wiggled in the snow and looked around. He didn't see any, so where were they? "I don't see anything..." He whispered, so easily switching from Yoruban to English. He didn't even realize it, like most other things he was clueless to what it all meant. If he 'woke up' from the state of mind he had placed himself, in, surly he would have been able to know it all. And of course, he wouldn't fully believe that he was a child.

A question was turned on him, making Lebrah flatten his head into the snow so that he could look at the much larger wolf. He frowned, turning so that he was laying on his side. He didn't know about his parents. But... if they were birds... Sadness vanished and he jumped to his paws, tail wagging behind him quickly. "Ti wọn ba wà, boya ti o ni idi ti nwọn si fò kuro! Mo ti a ti nwa fun ikõkò, ati ki o Mo yẹ ki o wa nwa fún ẹiyẹ! O ti wa ni ki smati!" He barked, switching back to Yoruban so easily. Jumping up and down, he let out excited yips. Yes! That is why he couldn't find them, because they must be the large birds that this man talked about. How silly of him to not realize that!