Wapun Meadow buried beneath ketchup packets

indra was drawn by the delicate camber of the raccoon's slim fingers - the slim cant of her little digits. she looked to her own paws, which were blunt and lacked refinement -- and then back to the raccoon again.

her head was still canted quizzically to the side as she digested the proposition. was it even a proposition? it hadn't been posed like one, but indra thought she could figure out exactlly what the masked land-otter needed.

"so.... like... you need a better ride? or... a view?" indra asked slowly, looking around them as if to ensure no one was watching. surely it'd be a spectacular sight to see a raccoon astride a wolf -- for a moment she wondered if at any point in time in the thousands of years before she had existed, if ever a similar arrangement had occurred.