Phoenix Maplewood all in comes the fury of love

Large, coyote ears flop over when she tilts her head. A strangle sound escapes the bird as she stops mid-squeak. There’s no acknowledgment of comprehension but a smile splits her muzzle, spitting out the bird. It falls into a heap on the ground, discarded and forgotten. With the adult’s attention, she doesn’t need the bird anymore. This is what she wanted all along.
 
She doesn’t know what to make of the touch, so she ignores it and bounces forward a few times. Her tail sways back and forth, rocking her hips as she tries to urge the other to play with her.