Jaremiah was a bullfrog

Golden rimmed gaze was cast over the fields of avian beings, her stomach reminding her how empty it had become. ?Strawberry ears would swivel, her attention caught by a noise close by. Paws on snow, heavy, not like the sound any bird could make. Wearily she would observe, he seemed at least a few years older. She would possibly be correct in assuming the brute had caught more of the flighty beasts than herself. Letting her arms fall to the earth before her the small girl would keep herself low. She didn't want to be the one to ruin his hunt, silently she would observe. Eager to practice the skill she would learn, hunger would drive her to learn from this mystery wolf.?

"Speech"
'thoughts'