Pass the Pickle!

The sound of the fox's strange calls was enough to capture her attention, and she rolled over to her paws. Shaking out her pale coat she let out a sigh, everyone was calling in the new land and she was still hesitant about it. Ears pulled back she marched forward, trying to be confident as she made her way towards Dart. It had been awhile since the last training had been called, and she had been talking to Lark about feeling like she didn't belong in any of the ranks. Maybe it was time that she started trying more, so that she could be more help to her pack and family. Everyone had left for the siege and she hadn't known if she would be able to see them again, and just stayed at home like a child. She didn't want to be useless anymore, even though she felt that her levels of shyness held her back. Another sigh left her lips as she finally found the fox, sitting with feathers at his paws. She instantly perked up, eyeing the feathers with wide blue eyes. They were so big! Far bigger than the ones that she had collected thus far. Finch was now far too distracted by the feathers to even utter a greeting, stepping forward as she touched the pad of her paw to the delicate things by Dart's paws. Oh, if she could only take them for herself!

"Speech"
'thoughts'