Feather, the blue one, and Oak, the brown one are...uh..cuddling?
Feather: I know.
Oak: And you're really pretty.
Feather: Thank you.
Oak: And you're blue?
Feather: Yes. I'm not...a wolf.
Oak: What?
Feather: It's true. If I was a wolf I'd be dead.
Oak: What are you?
Feather: I am a guardian, basically. I was something called a Skywolf, wolves that live on clouds. Pretty good view there, I can say that. I left there to come here and protect you from the pack of demons that look like African hunting dogs. No lie. The reason I'd be dead is one, I fell from the sky. Two, I'm blue. Three, I'm pretty much the opposite of strong.
Oak: So you are a wolf?