Wapun Meadow consonants

One more round? ^^ 

Her breath caught in her throat, and once again, she held very still. Afraid that even the lightest huff of an exhale would send the little creature tumbling into the field.

I'm so glad to hear that, Grackle murmured. Is there anything else I can offer you, little friend? She did not know how much her actions meant to the little storyteller. It hadn't even crossed her mind that one might only request a song. Of course you should make an offer in return for receiving something; it was rude to take without giving.

That wasn't, unfortunately, to say that Grackle was necessarily acknowledging as her entertainer had thought. It did not occur to her to offer The Butterfly her name or ask for one in return- or that bugs even had names to give. After all, their pitiful lives were so short. Did they even have time to receive names or build meaningful connections? She was just doing what she had been taught, and not taking the song for granted, even if she greatly underestimated and misunderstood the creature gifting it to her.