Dawnlark Plains Duties, duties, and more duties

Laika nodded, smiling. She looked about. It was now the middle of the day, and the sun was in the middle of the sky. It burned her fur and her skin felt as if it was on fire. She shook her pelt - as if she could shake the sun's rays away. 

"Well, we can do two things," She said. "We can keep hunting for pheasants, or look for something else." 

She sat down on her tired paws as she waited for his reply. She turned her head to lap her shoulder, relieving herself from an itch. She eyed at the pheasant that Esaro had caught and smiled once again. That was a nice looking bird and it definitely would be a delicious feast for whoever took it. She turned her head back to Esaro.

"Either way, what do you think you have to do before we head off?" She questioned, testing his memory.