Dawnlark Plains there's treasure everywhere

Ditty couldn't suppress a bout of laughter when she moulded his name into a thing, or name, or whatever it was that she was doing. He still wasn't too sure what it was that she was doing. "No, that's my name, silly!" he said, cheerfully so. He looked a little sour when she reminded him of his coyote blood, betraying that she was correct in her assumptions.

She looked at the bone then, and asked what it was. " 's Mine!" Ditty answered, 'cause obviously he hadn't a clue what it was. He hadn't actually given it much of a good look. It was a large bone-like thing, and he wanted to bury it for later. Then again, if he buried it right here, right now, she could always just unearth it later. Maybe he ought to bring it back to the grotto. But, he sourly reminded himself, at the grotto there was mostly just a whole lotta stones and stuff. Not nearly enough great digging places, most likely. "Do you want to analyse this, too? Is there anything you don't analyse? What's your name?" Ditty hadn't meant to throw out all of his questions all at once, but somehow they all came pouring forth. "Do you have a pack?" he asked, 'cause if she didn't, well, he had a great one (he hoped) to sell on her and maybe if he convinced her, he'd get the cookie bonus points to get the coveted Beta spot in the new pack!