Kildeer Rest mummulur

She earned a scowl over little Cowstep's shoulder. Towhee raised both her foerpaws in a placating gesture, then set them down again as she read the kid's straightforward command. Things speak? she thought, glancing curiously at the objects at her feet. Towhee wondered if they made some kind of sound.

Perhaps it was time to tell Cowstep she couldn't hear, though she recollected the order for silence. Anyway, the young wolf brought her what looked like some sort of jerky. Towhee bent to examine it, though she wasn't well-versed in sea life and didn't even realize it was a fish. If she had to guess, she would've said it was a strip from a rabbit's hide or something.

Her orange gaze lifted back to the youngster, questioning. If she was supposed to literally listen for something, they were shit out of luck. But maybe Cowstep didn't mean it literally when she said these things spoke, so... what did she mean? At this rate, an explanation wasn't forthcoming.

Something slowly dawned on her. -"I'm not meant to eat this stuff, right?"- she queried, wondering if Cowstep was trying to repay the favor by bringing her snacks.