Zhener

The wedgie was back, after a rather unsuccessful attempt to talk to another eagle. He absolutely adored the wolves, especially his closest friends here, but he did miss his own kind now and then. Still, Zhener had a resiliant attitude and didn't let this failure get to him.

Soaring in through the fridged skies, the wedgie made his crash landing in a pile of snow. Pulling himself up, Zhener flicked the snow from his head and wings. "Stupid snow! Never seen so much, never! So cold!" He complained out loud, flicking his feet, though it did him no good.

Joscelin

Joscelin heard a familiar thump and came trotting to see Zhener. Zhener would never recognize him, but he knew his mother would want him to check up on the bird. Greetings, Master Zhener. I am Joscelin, second son of Karai and brother to Aderyn. Mother told me you were here. And he smiled, laughing softly, and lay down a few feet from where Zhener sat cursing. Cold, are you? Well, climb up on my back and you can ride above the snow. As long as you don't hold on too tight and scratch me, I won't mind, and it doesn't sound like you like the snow. He didn't really know what to expect from the bird, for he'd had little contact with him, but he wanted to be kind to his mother's friend.

Zhener

Turning his sepia head to Joscelin, Zhener's frustration instantly melted away, for he loved to have someone to talk too. "Good to me you, Jozzelin!" He replied, his accent altering the wolf's name a bit. He listened thoughtfully to what Joscelin said, and quickly nodded his head, "Zhat vould be nice! Zhank you, very much.," Zhener hopped over to Joscelin and carefully perched on the wolf's back, cautious to keep his large talons from digging into his skin. "Quite varm!" Zhener marvled, inspecting the fur, "More varm zhen zhe dingos' fur!"

Joscelin

Joscelin smiled and stood up slowly, carefully lifting the bird into the air. Giving him a few moments to adjust, the yearling began to move forward slowly and smoothly so as not to jostle Zhener too much. We wolves have more fur than dingos, Mother says. I wouldn't know. I've never really been that far away from home.

Zhener

Zhener spread his wings slightly, using them for balance until he accquainted himself with the motion of Joscelin's pace. "Much fur! And many more colors. You are like rainbow dogs, ja? Vith out zhe blues, en reds, en oranges..." Zhener trailed off thoughtfully, realizing that wolves really weren't that comparible to rainbows after all. "Vell anyvay, you 'ave more colors, ja?" Now that the eagle had someone to talk to, he simply could stop himself. "Vhen do you hunt? I use to hunt vith my friends, en chase zhe roos, but no eagles 'ere vill hunt vith me! Zhey go solo." At this, Zhener shook his head and clucked his tounge, "Zhere are little hawks zhat hunt togezher, but zhey are too small for me to hunt vith." He explained. When he got started babbling, he was hard to get stopped.

Joscelin*Saxton

Joscelin smiled, still moving along smoothly. Yes, we wolves have quite a bit a fur. It's too bad you don't have any, my friend. It would keep you warm from the snow.

He listened contentedly to Zhener's chatter, knowing from Aderyn how talkative he was. We hunt when we are hungry. In fact, if you like, i'll hunt with you. It might be fun.

Stopping and tilting his head back carefully, he let out a howl to Saxton, his older brother.

The slightly bulkier yearling came trotting in, and tilted his head to once side, laughing, as he saw the eagle perched on his brother's back. Hello there, Joscelin, Zhener. Piggy back ride?

Joscelin directed a pretend scowl at his brother, and then surrendered to his laugh, trying his best to repress it a little so Zhener wouldn't have such a hard ride.Alright now, Saxton. I'm going to go hunt with Zhener. Take up my watch and I'll do yours at three points past moonrise.

Saxton nodded and wandered off the the watch-rock.

Joscelin craned his neck around to look at Zhener, saying, Ready to go?

Zhener

Zhener grew very excited when Joscelin offered to hunt with him. Sharp eyes were turned to Saxton, "'Ello!" Then his head bobbed down and his eyes grew wide at the wolf's comment about a 'piggy-back ride'. It was a totally foreign phrase to him, although he did know what a piggy was, more or less. At first, he wasn't sure whether he should be offened or not, but when Joscelin laughed, Zhener thought it must be a funny thing, so he offered a hasty laugh as well. Still, he didn't know what exactly he was laughing about, and he couldn't figure out how a pig tied in to any of this.

Watching as the other brother left, Zhener swiveled his head in Joscelin's direction and spread his wings in great emphasize, "Ja! Vhere to hunt?"

Joscelin

Joscelin shrugged, marveling just a bit at Zhener's wingspan as he spread the windcatchers wide. I've never really been on a hunt before. I just usually guard the pack while they hunt. I'm only just new out of being a whelp, you see. So you probably know better than me where to go.

Zhener

"Ja? Vell, maybe I can teach you some zhings!" Zhener exclaimed, bobbing his head now, "Lets try zhe... zhe Mountain? To zhe vest." Now he was speaking of the Croal Mountains, to the west of the Valley, though his point might be hard to understand. "I see many hardy deer en such in zhat place." Now he waited for his friend's confirmation.

Joscelin

Joscelin nodded and began to trot away to the mountains, keeping his gait smooth so that Zhener could still ride if he liked.