Blacktail Deer Plateau evolution of consciousness

It's really jarring to go between this thread and the one with Lasher. <__<

Fox, as usual, was a lady of few words. Her communication was through body language, more often than not, especially when their particular bodies were entwined with one another. Once their bodies became two again, Fox licked his nose and curled herself up next to him. She flicked an ear in his direction when he mentioned round two, but she was already half-lidded and dozing off by that point.

At some point—Fox was unsure how much time had passed—she rolled over so that she was facing Perry. She couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep from this angle, so she poked at him lazily with a paw. “Tell me about the plateau,” she said sleepily. “I wanna know everything.” Fox had, more than once, told the story of the creek and how it had come to be, but now that she was here, she only knew the most recent history.