Swiftcurrent Creek Have you tried today's special?

She looked almost offended, for a moment, by Arlette's praise, before her widened eyes relaxed, and she lowered her chin. Enthusiasm made her uncomfortable, and praise made her feel oddly stiff and irritated. Still, she listened as the creature was described, though she didn't feel compelled to add any remarks. Dark feathers was a crow. Not a very likeable name for a bird, so she thought she might have to come up with something else- but she wouldn't tell Arlette that. It wasn't if she had been the one to come up with names, after all. 

She bristled when she was prompted again, feeling as if she was potentially being assessed. Still- it was just her and Arlette. She didn't mind performing just a bit for the one who fed her all the time. 

She rolled her shoulders, and worked her jaw for a moment as she thought, panning through the bird calls in her memory. She remembered the sound a large predatory bird had made- they often perched high in the limbs of the trees along the creek. Covered in dark brown plumage, save for their head which was white. She pulled in a breath, and then tightened her vocal chords as she threw her head back- emitting at first several high-pitched screeches that swooped up in even, glissando strokes, before she imitated the classic, trembling, descending call, not too different from a foal's whinny. 

Blinking, she lowered her muzzle and looked to Arlette, to see if she recognized that one, too.