Redtail Rise XIX

perfect!

She would not be so deft for long. Sunday Morning breathed a little heavier even then. But these games with him she would never give up for as long as she could play them. It was more difficult to remain out of his reach than she remembered, but she managed for a short time at least. 

Sunday grinned at him once that time ended, pressing her muzzle against the bottom of his own with a wag of her tail. Prize still in tow, Sunday Morning took him to the place where she would bury it so that he, too, could have it when he liked.