Whitefish River I Am Too Big to Hide, Too Tall to Lie

It had taken a moment for her to sit up, and she spent a few more moments contemplating the existence of her paws and the ground beneath it as if it was all some brand new thing. She hadn't looked up as others arrived, and just sat there a moment, oblivious.

Whatever had gone through her brain had now processed and the little brown fuzzball was finally moving again, pulling herself up to her feet, and starting a wide circle that came to a stop as the strangers came into view. At that, she froze. She had a different reaction than her sister, she stood stock still, skinny little tail raised behind her, staring them down. Nutmeg didn't seem particularly aggressive beyond the who goes there reaction she seemed to be having.