I am still myself when a wolf. I am no bard [a quiet scoff, a woman glad to be mostly rid of them] and that is not where my talents lie but there are things a wolf might hear or smell that I can relay to a person.

[Perhaps if there were mage bards or rogue shapeshifters, but such is life, and Morrigan grew up alone in the Wilds. She reads animals better than many people until later in her life. A deliberate act of Flemeth's. It doesn't do to be bitter about it now in the house of a stranger.]