Sage trotted along merrily, bright eyes looking for her tiny friend. She had a bounce in her step and her tail wagged steadily behind her. She looked high and low, in and out of the shrubbery, sniffing about for the pup. The yearling tried to keep quiet and not call out for him, not wanting another to compete for what she'd brought him.
Crammed into her cheeks so that her mouth shut with difficulty were mussels. The shells threatened to cut her up, but she didn't mind. This was worth it. She wanted to see his face when he tried the peculiar texture. The earthy, creek and mushroom-flavored chewy thing inside. It was all in good-natured fun. She didn't think he'd be upset if he didn't like it. She was bringing him pretty shells and showing him how to open them, after all. Sage hoped he'd get all enthusiastic like he had during their fishing trip.
"She speaks" She walks She thinks