Heron Lake Plateau the intermittent shuttering of shadow

There was commotion again, not that she could hear it still. Potentially a good thing, for it was just the faintest, glossy-eyed sliver that she watched Owen crash and burn in a glorious display. This was not the first glimpse of disaster she had gotten at the heels of poor eyesight, for surely there were others.

But was she inclined to investigate? Nah.

Right now she had found a prime position to snag her favorite teat, and was none too inclined to detach and and venture in the way at least two of her siblings were. Besides, @Vasa was somewhere around there, wasn't she? With Owen deciding to find friends out of dirt and spiders and Kite headed for the Great White Light of elsewhere, the darker haired pair weren't punching bags or step stools or steadying rails.