Chenoa made her way around the Cove, going only to places that her paws already knew. Exploring wasn't really her thing, and her world, though small, felt large enough. In fact, she had even found herself a nice clump of grass to uproot when a crow perched itself on a rock in front of her. The inky creature looked at her with one eye, and then the other before cawing into the air. "H-hullooo." It shouted again, more excited this time. "Ing not oppos'd tuh talk to st-stuh-rain-gers." But the crow didn't seem to care. It flapped it's wings and hopped closer. "Ing sorry I dunno whu tha means."