Ouroboros Spine v. two feet standing on a principle

The mouse tipped her head in consideration. She had never thought about it but she too had occasionally watched the wolves around her. It was not a common past time of hers, however. She was not so fond of other people, preferring her birds and the wilderness. Perhaps it was different for Raimo, brusque as he was. His next words caused her tan auds to perk curiously, wondering if storytelling was a profession they shared in common. "Oh?" the girl remarked softly, a wordless query in her words that was voiced with her next ones: "Is it a trade of yours?"