Thoughts telling me I'm lost getting too loud

Aster tilted her head to the right. She couldn’t place the wolf’s accent, but she understood the other well enough. Iðunn was also polite; Aster waited a few seconds after the predator mammal moved way from the carcass, carefully eyeing the wolf’s body language, until she decided the risk was minimal.

Wings spread, Aster hopped off the branch and glided down to the rabbit carcass. “Thank you, Iðunn!” she chirped, fluffing up her feathers against the chill. “I wandered far north trying to escape the ooze, but I travelled too far from my usual home. Oh, how I miss millipedes and blueberries!”

Her left foot pinned a rabbit leg in place as she dipped her head, using her beak to pull the sinew away. The wolf hadn’t left much, but the blue jay didn’t need to eat much to fill her own belly. The slivers of meat hiding in the joints and around the tendons sufficed; as she stripped the bones clean, Aster made a neat pile of tendons, ligaments, and cartilage.

When she finished, she wiped her beak clean against the dirt and began preening the cold blood and flecks of gristle off her feathers. “Thank you, again! Are you headed south? Perhaps we can travel together—I make an excellent lookout, and, as you can see, I don’t eat much.”