Smallest Size, Biggest Heart [Aoife]

Bouncing along in her mother's wake, the long hairs and quills of her mohawk flopping into her eyes as she did, Aoife hummed to herself and occasionally interrupted herself with a teeny fierce growl as she pounced and batted at her mother's tail. At her mother's question, she stopped both and put on a burst of speed to weave and tumble around her mother's paws. "It's a caterpillar song!" she chirped. "It's like this!" She hummed a few sunny sounding bars, her forepaws stamping out a syncopated rhythm on the ground as she hopped around her mother's forelegs. "It doesn't have any words, though, cuz caterpillars don't talk. Where're we going?"