Swiftcurrent Creek from out of the smoke

you are right, she muse aloud, uncoiling her front limbs so as to sit sphinx-like before the stranger. she had not meant to pout or wallow, but rather had wanted to dry off and warm up. the wallowing occurred as an after-thought, which the stranger seemed to zero in on, and try to abate. hosannah passed the stranger a small smile, and dropped her chin across her toes. i only wish i had fetched more. i have many bellies to fill.