Broken Antler Fen cherimoya

She had seen them. Big black birds, loud and raucous. Beyond similarly squawking at them, Lilitu couldn't comprehend at all how on earth one would communicate with the creatures. 

But Teya could. It seemed Teya knew how to do a great deal. 

Cool, she said, fervently and sincerely. She was chilly, though, the wind cutting through her still-drying pelt. A cuddle with Mama, if she could be found, seemed in order. Thanks, Teya! Maybe next time I'll catch a fish. Bye!

With that slightly abrupt farewell, she scampered off, leaving Teya still at the water. The taste of fish was still in her mouth and she vowed she would not fail on subsequent attempts.