[o] tumbling flames

COLT

Got a head full of noise
About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other

Well, she supposes that technically counts as a hint, but there's hundreds of animals and she's most familiar with about maybe twenty of them. "Some falcon or another I imagine," she grunts out between batts at a beam with her bristles. "Although, I think you'd look rather nice as a hummingbird." She bites back the smile, picturing him so small and flighty. It hardly suits him, but that's what makes it so great.

"Which one is your favorite?" A new angle to try, giving up the game a little as the win of her first guess wanes to all the possibilities remaining. Her broom steadily rouses dirt and grime into a pile, and its nice to clean, to see the tangible effect of something being bettered. Although her daily work also has visible results, it's not quite the same, usually ending in something more dirty or in need of repair than when she started.

Got the wind in my hair
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come lookin'