Pass the Pickle!

When Dart spoke she nearly jumped out of her skin, startled by his sudden words. She had been so focused on the pretty feathers that she almost completely forgot about him. Her ears flickered back, and she glanced up at him with her pale blue eyes. Her head nodded eagerly when he mentioned the pretty feathers, they were the best. She wanted to grab them for herself, but that would be rude. They weren't Finch's to take, she knew that. The fox had brought them here, and she wanted to know what his big plan was. Finally Dart moved on, and started to talk about his idea for training. Oh, a race! She did like races. But it was just the two of them, which made her shuffle on her paws a bit. Auntie Harmony had talked all about trusting fellow pack mates, and she took a deep breath in. Dart had the same rank as her, and if she wanted to get better she would need to learn to work with him, and others that may join the pack and want the messenger rank. She would show her Aunt that she was going to be good and trust him, to make her proud. She could do it! After all, all this talk about her wanting to do better, she didn't have many actions to stand behind it. Time to shape up!

She watched as the fox got up and started to stretch, making Finch giggle at his silly movements. Shaking out her fur she picked up her legs and wiggled them, bending her neck until she felt a nice pull at her muscles. And then he said that they would be using the feathers, and a gasp left her maw as she eyed with him with wide blue eyes. "R-really?" she asked, obvious excitement in her voice. "What a-are we w-waiting for then?" Finch asked with a bark, jumping around Dart in a circle. She was still a bit worried, scared that she wouldn't do good enough, but Finch was done with being too shy. She needed to get better! Plus Dart was really nice, and he had pretty feathers too. How could she be scared of anyone that had pretty things like that?

"Speech"
'thoughts'