The Joys Spring Can Bring

She would look to the female as she would speak, a small giggle escaping her lips. "My name is Russian- though my parents never were, so I have no idea where the name 'Misha' came from," she would say with another soft giggle, opening her maw to respond once again to the kind Huata. "Your name is unique as well, Huata. It has a nice ring to it, like a bell chime in the early breaks of dawn," she would say with a small smile, complimenting her. "Are you hungry?" Misha would ask in a soft voice, melodic chords calling out softly to her as she perked her mocha, sun bathed ears to hear Huata's stomach growl once again, indicating the female's hunger.