Moonspear In all my years of living

He looked at her, motioning her nearer. Treepie resumed her approach, her lips parting to offer a greeting when he spoke first. Her mouth shut with a quiet click as she met the query with a blink. She supposed she wasn’t doing anything particularly pressing. Pie shook her head.

Is there something I can get for you? I’m Pie, by the way, she offered with a slow swish of her tail.