Shadewood One old man is enough

The youth only just caught the mouthed words, fisher, and related to Cry's description of feeding. It seemed such a simple name for the carefully embroidered bird, and decided that she would take it upon herself to think up of a name for it. 

It was a master of fishing, it seemed. That could be part of the name. Something to hail the bird with; a real title. She grinned at her own thoughts before feeling it tug at her fur. Not plush or long in any respect, but it did well to keep the youth warm; though that was probably just her young age and constant activity.  

"She has a beautiful name, Tula," the girl repeated it to be sure of it, "Did you name her?"