Heron Lake Plateau i could tell you that i saw you, but i couldn't make it up the stairs

she nosed the damp loam, finding nothing of interest beneath her claws. a crackle caused her ears to swivel and she glanced upwards, met by the sopping features of the umber male that had first come across their sad caravan at the borders. she dragged her paw forward and stood square, watching impassively as rivulets dripped down colt's broad features.

a sunflash of warm red announced blondine; caiaphas canted her muzzle downward in greeting, and once blondine had finished her introduction, rejoined in a quite tone: "caiaphas -- but you probably heard that." having never been one for small talk, she looked (almost imploringly) in blondine's direction, as if the ruddy woman would pick up caiaphas' deplorable slack and steer the conversation to more free-traveling waters.