And then a voice broke the calm that encompassed the lake. Boisterous and sound, the expecting mother was for a moment startled. Auburn hairs rose sharply from nape to tail and a disturbed growl threatened to part her muzzle, yet she withheld it in favor of first taking note of its source. But without much searching, the source made itself known of its own volition; eyes bright and disposition as happy as could be. Not a pup, but older as her eyes could tell.
The woman stared at the youth, not quite knowing how first to respond to her announcement. If she had been napping, had her senior’s approach disturbed her? Or was this some means of starting a conversation? “…Oh!” she inevitably piped, perhaps with more surprise than what was needed. “Did I…” Xi’nuata glanced quickly to the fluttering waterfowls. “…disturb you from your nap?” |