Ouroboros Spine xxv. pick it all up

Aiwëndil glanced up, catching a flicker of movement through the trees -- gait picking up into a brisk trot to investigate. It turned out to be just who the herbalist was looking for, coincidentally, and the mouse's peridot gaze sparked with excitement as it landed on Keyni. She chuffed in greeting, the noise muffled by the pheasant she carried. 

The she-wolf slowed and eventually stopped, sitting the bird at her paws where she stood before smiling at the woman -- tail wagging joyfully. "Hello, she chirped softly, "I'm Lótë." A wispy melody of birdsong laughter escaped the two-year. "I thought to welcome you with this catch but it seems you are also a hunter. Moonglow has many fine ones," she complimented, proud of their village.