over the river and through the woods

Slow and steady was how Spirit had to go about things - he really knew no other way to go about things. He was nervous and meticulous, and that was the only way he knew how to make sense of the world. Everyone else seemed much more... fast, erratic. He was grateful when other wolves seemed to match his pace, even if he wasn't entirely aware they were doing it - or, likewise, if they were even aware they were slowing down to meet his own hesitant pace. Luckily though he found himself growing a touch more sure of himself as he began to speak of Rhythm's bird, his face visibly lighting up.

"Feather," he repeated, finally letting a faint smile touch his lips. The expression went as quickly as it came, though it was genuine when it did persist. "She's s-so cute," he started. Feather didn't look too unlike his own companion, though they varied drastically in color. "I-I do. H-her name.. is S-Strawberry." She wasn't here with him right now, but he hoped Rhythm believed him anyway. I f-found her.. during the raid," he spoke softly as well, finding some stability as they shared their little secret together.