Morningside Cuesta Unsteady

*shifty eyes!*

She began to trot toward the distant silhouette, more and more sure with every step that she was, in fact, looking at her young aunt. When Magpie turned, Wildfire could make out her familiar features and her large red ears drank in the familiar sound of her voice. A tentative smile played across her lips as she closed the distance between them, her shadow stretching out in front of her, impossibly long and lean.

"Ironic," was Wildfire's first word when she braked to a stop in front of her relative, stretching out her smudged snout to bump it against Magpie's shoulder. "I was just hunting rabbits. Is that what brought you here too?" she guessed. She looked down at the ground, scanning for any sign of rabbit holes on this part of the prairie, then glanced up at Magpie again, wondering if she would ask what Wildfire was doing all the way up here at what felt like the edge of the world.