Blackfoot Forest patron saint of lightening bolts

The girl came bounding through, her mouthful of feathers allowed her to hold head her head high and proud -- she couldn't see where she was going.

She fell over her own paws, slamming into the earth as the woosh of air left her body with the force of the impact. The smaller feathers strayed from her mouth almost comically whilst she struggled for air without inhaling her prize. Her entrance was sudden and possibly alarming if one hadn't seen her form snaking through the trees towards them. At last, the girl got her paws under her and pushed herself up to be greeted with the silvered stranger. He was closer than she anticipated.
Between him and Cry, she started to sniff inquisitively towards the stranger, provided he hadn't already lept upon her in her surprise entrance.