Morningside Cuesta fallen sun

Damascus was not the only one to be startled by the shout; Sunspot had been happily rolling around in some deer faeces when her brother awoke from his slumber, and had jumped up right as a quartet of pheasants had burst out of the tall, dry grasses several hundred yards away. The huntress stared after them until they landed, and then set off in that direction at a brisk trot.

Halfway there, her path crossed with a familiar faces.

"Hey," she chirped, tail wagging as she drew nearer to the other female. "Whatchya up to?"