Dawnlark Plains a bird in the hand is worth a lotte in the bush

Day's ears quirked as more playful banter poured from her mouth. He had to admire her eloquence - he had trouble enough with one language, and she seemed to slip seemlessly between her two. He didn't have much to say back to all her pretty talk, but the answer he did have would work well enough.

"Well, when you put it that way," he said, scrambling to his paws but keeping his belly still low to the ground. "Will you help me take these featherbrains down?"

But Day did not wait for an answer. Instead, he barrelled straight through the bushes and charged toward the unkindness, tongue lolling out as they all took wing. Angry caws assailed his ears, but Day was still having a gay old time romping through the snow once more. When the unkindess was gone, he turned his attentions toward the smokey woman once more, strutting to show his improved status.

"How do you like that?" he asked with exaggerated triumph, attempting to sneak a kiss onto her cheek as he drew near.