Phoenix Maplewood Realization of Old Friends

Laika smiled warmly, her eyes portraying her true happiness of reuniting with her old friend. She still was stricken with disbelief at how the female had survived that fall. Laika had assumed that she had at least broken a few bones on the way down, and had been buried under the snow, unable to move. But, she knew Spring was smarter than she let on.

"Thank you." 

Audits turned on ther axis set on her head, sensing for unfamiliar sounds. Her vibrant eyes scenes the territory, always on the alert for misplaced, or odd things. Her paws beat the earth in the rhythmic pattern of a lazy trot, the rabbit swaying gently in her jaws. Her tail swayed to keep balence as her lithe muscles worked to keep her slender frame moving. Finally, they arrived at camp.