Shadewood One old man is enough

Phex's tail wagged with enthusiasm, but when she noted her approach startled the woman she stopped dead in her tracks before again stepping forwards with more consideration for the other. She smiled sheepishly as if in apology before she wildly went through her greeting and glee built inside her when she found recognition hinted with confusion in the woman's face at her name being spoken from unmet lips.

Her excitement didn't lower, however, for she'd heard the bird again trill from the bird that confirmed it was indeed the same one. "Hey, that's a beautiful bird there," she stated with a quieter tone should she scare off the creature, "Do you know what type it is?" Hopefully, her quest to find the name of the bird would be fulfilled and she could return to her bear hunt; if not she'd find answers elsewhere. Or, perhaps, she'd name the bird herself. 

Royal little fisher bird sprung to her mind as she recalled Cry's words, but before she could speak again the bird had hopped over and was perched upon her shoulder, leading to Phex desperately contain her excitement at the interaction but then decided to question the woman's whispered words, if only to redirect the energy to something else, "So, uh, what'd you just say?"