Redhawk Caldera swamp-moss

All the various nicknames pleased her, shoving her birth name further into obscurity. She grinned at the girl’s exuberant invitation, head already nodding eagerly like a bobblehead doll’s.

Yass, Chicky-D! she exclaimed, trying to leap on top of the stump Chickadee had abandoned in favor of a nearby rock.

She didn’t quite manage, her armpits catching on the edge of it. Giggling, she scrabbled for purchase and tried to hoist herself the rest of the way. Grunting with the effort, Shenanigans couldn’t quite manage and eventually dropped back to the ground with a breathy laugh.

I dun’ jump good, she lamented, grinning.