Lost Creek Hollow just sit down, take it easy

The girl was passing by, a hop to her step, as she carried a small vole in her teeth. It wasn't entirely fresh but it was otherwise untouched, freshly gathered from a cache. She had been a little bit hungry after spending a few hours gathering flowers and studying the plants of the Hollow; she wanted to cover the woods with floral gifts — or bring pretty things to Elysium whenever that trip occurred with Gannet — but first she had to know more. Much more.

However, as she was passing by the familiar den where she'd encountered Rannoch, she heard a great din rising from the depths. Her hunger was promptly forgotten. The girl approached cautiously, not wanting to anger the parents or disturb them in any way, and as she came to the opening she dropped the dead vole at her paws — looking around and sniffing the air, but inevitably flinching back at the cacophony of their young, inexperienced voices. 

The noise might've been loud and dissonant, but it did not drive away Ibis — no, the longer she listened, the more enamored she became with them; she began to hum a softer tune with a simple beat, easily drowned out by their shrieking siren-like voices, but hoping they'd notice and maybe - just maybe - sing with her.