[her eyes are alert and bright, perhaps an unusual shade of blue for a wolf but more common in the sort of sled dog she appears to be, watching the exchange. her ears swivel, following the conversation.

the raven seems to get cheekier.]

Not me. Nor any man's omen, for that matter.

It's not a riddle. Can you step into another skin like you step into another's dream? It could be a bird, or a cat, or even a leviathan, like your friend there.

[he nods towards the whale omen.]

Well, not quite like her, as I said. A different one, with form.