Coconut Grove little talks

Her ears cupped forward, orange gaze shifting towards the stranger’s form as it emerged from the mangroves. She, too, was cloaked in pale fur, and carried the scent of pack with her. Her unfamiliar, lilting voice carried easily over the beach and October raised her muzzle from her chew toy.
 
The meaning of the other woman’s melodic greeting was lost to her, but she smiled gently all the same. “Hello,” she rejoined, her snowy plume tapping gently against the sand. Although she typically held a friendly demeanor anyways, something about the stranger’s presence put her even more at ease.
 
October’s glanced down at the strange object she grasped between her forelimbs before casting another look towards her company. “Do you know what this is?”