Ouroboros Spine xvii. like we're lovers

Aiwë blinked in return, never having taught before. She glanced down at the bugs, feeling inexplicably awkward for reasons she couldn't quite explain. Shaking it off, the dove leaned closer and gestured towards the fat caterpillars with a tiny jerk of her muzzle. "Some wolves just pick them up in their jaws but personally, I don't favor feeling them squirm around in my mouth," Of course, the two-year had eaten bugs before when the need called for it but she wasn't overtly fond of insects or their flavors. 

"I usually just..." She bumped the plant's stem gently, careful not to hurt the plant while still shaking it enough to loosen most of the caterpillars and send them tumbling down to the dirt. "Give them a little shake," she finished with a light laugh as the wriggling worm-like bugs rained down.