Lion Head Mesa Running is a victory

Pipit wasn't surprised at how sweetly their voices blended in the night. But the rhyme was over so quickly she almost wished she had taught Genie a longer song, so that they might continue their melodies well into the night. Her tail wagged at the praise she was given, never feeling shy or undeserving of such words. And she'd been down in the dumps for so long, that the girl's attention was especially welcome on this once-lonely midnight. "I could say the same of you. It's a wonder you don't sing every minute of every day," she giggled, licking her chops anxiously as she suddenly became aware of an absence of topic. Unwilling to relinquish the girl just yet, Pipit hurriedly sought out another conversation to start.

"Would you tell me a story?" she practically blurted, though in realizing that her desperation was showing, she relaxed her tone slightly. "About you, I mean. I'd like to hear about you."