Urk. That look...it's just not fair at all! (Then again, at least he's not trying to bite her in retaliation. Good boy.) Aerith frowns, starting to feel bad, before she kneels to be eye level with him.

"I'm sorry, Mister Wolf--you are a boy wolf, right?" There is a brief thought to duck down and check herself, but for the sake of both parties' dignities, she for once manages to curb a dangerously curious impulse. Even if she twitched a bit first. "But those feathers tell me you've been eating white birds! Were any of them magic?"

Don't lie to her. She imagines magic bird would taste pretty distinctive from chicken.