Phoenix Maplewood bad chick

She lowered her head to drink. The cool water was wonderful on her tongue. Refreshing. Satisfying. She lifted her had and ran a forelimb beneath her chin to catch the excess dribbles before cleaning her paws of the salve once more. All the while she tended to herself, she kept her ears turned towards the child to both listen for any sounds of scratching or anything else she might need to reprimand for.

Instead she heard a squall of words followed by her name. "What was that, child?" she asked, turning her had to gaze in the direction of the coy-pup who was already slipping away. No matter. She was sure the words were of no consequence and the child was already gone. Citali sighed. Coyotes. What on earth had Reek been thinking?