Blackfeather Woods Till the sun goes down

She recognized something distinctly different about the words, but what she could not say. And her limited attention span hardly allowed for her to truly investigate or for the words to hold her interest much longer, and though she babbled happily, soon her interest shifted once more. She burst into motion and beeline for one of the limbs of the male, intending to wrap her gummy maw around the snowy forelimb of the stranger.