Wapun Meadow buried beneath ketchup packets

Ravioli watches as Indra situates herself on the ground, angling so she can hop up on her. She’d gotten too big to ride around on top of her fox friend but a wolf offers a little more wiggle room. Her mouth twitches into a smile and she steps up, leaning over and using her fingers to cling to fur and she swings her lower half up as one might a horse and saddles easily while they remain close to the ground. She ignores the comment about her friends seeing her, not quite understanding the relevance to the situation but regardless she makes herself comfortable. “We can be friends, right?” she asks, clenching handfuls of fur into her fists for balance.