Moonspear ^__^

The crow laughed! It sounded so different from a wolf’s laugh, yet the child was certain of it. Their eyes danced, pleased to have drawn this expression of mirth from the bird. Even at such a tender age, Pie already loved the feeling of making others smile and, better yet, laugh.

The blackbird suddenly swooped down to perch on the ground a few feet in front of the puppy. Tiuttuk’s eyes flew wide as they beheld the crow from up close. They wanted to reach out and touch those glossy black fathers, particularly when the crow pranced closer, crying, “Again, again!”

They burst out with their own exclamatory, AGAIN! Although the middle “A” was a little lost in Pie’s enunciation, it was an almost perfect mimicry as they continued parroting, Again! Again!