Big Salmon Lake My Shores Were Pretty

He had waited patiently for her to get up, his gaze locked and body rigid in case he needed to flee at a moment's notice. For a while, he may have thought the girl was dead with her limp and unmoving state, but the shifting of her paw ever so lightly quickly dulled that thought away.

Not dead, he thought in relief.

"Oh...Awful things fade with time!" He chirped in earnest. "My mama told me that...." Often when he stubbed his paw or found out that the prey was gone. He wondered what it could be that made her weep and tumble. Had she stubbed her paw too?

"I'm Primrose. It's a pleasure to meet you Leta—I like that name by the way. Leta. It's pretty! Are you, uh... from around here?"