Morningside Cuesta chalkboard

satisfied that nunataq was well-off, mona turned to continue her parade along the edge of the dip. she had been gathering the scents roundabout, sorting through them for anything resembling prey, and now she returned to it. the spoor of a lone deer soon came underfoot, and mona sniffed at it, glancing to nunataq with a lap of her tongue around jaws.
two of them might have a chance, but if not, a good sport could be had all the same. a smile tipped to the girl; mona pressed on at a trot, ears swept forward and quivering to hear the faintest sound of hoofbeat there might be.