ORIGIN

Almost immediately the tiny crow fluttered to the ground and croaked out a shapr reprimand. Maeve felt a burst of chagrin, as though it had been rude of her to obey instinct. Confused that she should feel bad about what her body was telling her to do, she ducks her head, tiny silken tail clamping against her haunches in dismay. However, Eve doesn't turn to see her abashed display and instead begins to hop jerkily down the tunnel.

Afraid of being alone, Maeve catches up to her quickly, lowering her muzzle as though to bump the bird as gently as she possibly can. "Sowwy."