Moonspear hansel and gretel

Maggak's eyes of jade rest on a songbird nestled between the branches of a lone pine. It chirps and bobs its downy head while it watches her; and in response, her lips part in a loud WOOF. What was it doing staring at her? What had she done to cross it?
And right as she prepares herself to send another warning yap into its eardrums, she hears the call of— Maggie! and the brush of a nightwoven head against her shoulder.
Acroo! His name falls lazily from her lips, or perhaps she just still can't quite pronounce it. His fur is laced with burrs and dirt; he'd been up to something, and now her curiosity had been piqued. Without her? But, oh, now he was inviting her to something else! Shore, she nods her head vigorously as her tail stirs into a wave. wher' we goin'?