Dahozhoni Meadow guillemot

That low, low belly soon rose from feet away, her ears to a pristine peak and eyes ghostly, big. The messengers head gave a telltale proud bounce. "Hi, sir!" Her eye came to a squint, muzzle curved with that cheeky smile with her tail waving a subtle hello. Large. Dark, starless fur. His voice tingled her ears, and she felt a shudder.

"You near the summer palace of Akashingo. We seek guests for coronation. If you could take a minute, you wish to hear more?" her head quirked, up, down, and oh, so eager in patient hopes that he would offer his time.