Cricket Creek Bog Itsy Went Up The Water Spout

The little bird paused, looking up with the worm in her little beak. It wriggled in her beak, her eyes glued to the wolf. For a moment, Itsy had set it down onto the ground before planing a taloned foot over it, tipping her little head.

"Many places! Itsy has seen many hare, many food for wolf about" the bird answered, the worm attempting it's escape. "Or coyote, food for coyote too."