Redtail Rise XVIII

Mountain Boulder became deferential.

Sunday Morning did as well, body dipping even lower. His motion came after, which warmed her. He cared enough to make sure she would do this rightly, so that she could stay. Instinctively, Sunday Morning knew to respond, and respond swiftly to this one.

The loner only caught a glimpse of her. Red furs, similar to Red Eyes. They made a handsome pairing themselves, she imagined.

Speaking in the only language she knew, Sunday Morning yawned to display to the alpha female that she meant no harm here. She remained low to the earth, gaze away in a manner that displayed her own deference. Sunday Morning did not note the difference in the she-wolfs speech; all manner of speaking beyond the primal way sounded the same, garbled together in incoherent strings. Ears pressed to her crown, she could only wait. Nearby lay the offering she and Mountain Boulder had caught for the ruddy woman.