Another voice, soft, female, and distinctly not wolf rang in her ears. Meissa stopped, panting, and looked around for the source of the sound. Her seeking didn't turn up with an answer just yet, though the voice continued and finally she spotted a small, fluffy creature with vaguely wolflike features but altogether very different. A dog! Curious, the woman tilted her head and peered at the soft greys and cream of the girl and her bright eyes. She was adorable - if the voice hadn't been any clearer, Meissa would have thought she was a pup.
The dog was going on and Meissa grinned, looking back at the bird and offering it a word of rudeness in a bark.
“If I had wings, he'd be toast by now!” How a wolf from a time before toasters knew the word toast was beyond her, but let's not go into specifics. “I got that rock for my fiancé, not for some bird-brain!” The crow chattered at her, as if answering. The queen regarded him, head jerking back as if offended by his squawks though she had no idea what it was saying.
She couldn't help but smile. “He likes shiny rocks, he has a collection.” Squint at the bird. “Which would have just grown by one.”
She looked back at Nimbus, plopping down on her butt with a sigh. “Nice to meet you, Nimbus. I'm Meissa.” No hiding her name, she highly doubted this girl was a danger. “I came out here for a walk, stretch my legs and stuff. Found a pretty stone I wanted to bring back to my soon-to-be-husband. And ah... not too long til I'm stuck in the den with the littles,” she said with a laugh. She wasn't especially looking forward to the time when she'd not be able to even leave the den for more than a quick squat without fear of them freezing without her at their side. Nor was she super excited for the actual act of the birth... but she was excited to see them. To see how they would grow.
Would they be tall and lanky, like her beloved? Would they be built like brick houses, like their mom? Or would they be -
Meissa looked back at the dog with raised brows, curious. “What about you, Nimbus?” Then her head tilted slightly, “Is it rude to ask - what are you? Dog, I think, but I've never seen one that looks like you.” The dogs she'd known, she'd fought to survive, well. They'd been barely shifted from their wolven ancestors.