Swiftcurrent Creek Keep your heart 'cause I already got one

Hirundo was not the most successful hunter, for numerous reasons. Nonetheless, he had caught a quail today, something he was very pleased about. Having already gorged himself on her nest of eggs, the hen's lifeless body swung limply from his jaws. He practically strutted his way back to the boulder that overlooked the river. Miss Mae would be so pleased!

Then he stumbled on a twig.

Ow! My paw! he tried to whimper, though it was muffled by the quail in his teeth. He'd gotten a thorn stuck between his toes. He hopped awkwardly through the undergrowth, only vaguely aware of Mae's dark silhouette somewhere nearby. Ow! Ow!