Ouroboros Spine xiii. biting words like a wolf howling

The morning dove's ears cupped in Keyni's direction, listening attentively despite the fact that her paws continued to dig -- her gaze often drawn to the dirt beneath her digits. When the other she-wolf's words had concluded, Aiwë glanced up from her scraping, her expression mirroring the pale agouti's as her tail gave a few wags of kinship. "I think we'll get along, me and you," she joked lightly with an airy chuckle. "I feel much the same," she explained before adding, "it's why I wish to become a Naturalist and have taken up ecology." 

"Will you be working on a Naturalist trade too?" She asked then, thinking that it was probable since Keyni had expressed a love for nature. Perhaps they might work in tandem if so, the prospect of a colleague exciting the herd-watcher.