Phoenix Maplewood Growing Pains

Sunday Mornings gaze turned to the wolf that started. When the jade-eyed woman stirred, the coyote knew it would have no luck today, and it quit the scene hastily. Huffing with satisfaction, Sunday Morning heard the other speak in the same tongue that so many did here. It was not one that she could speak, but some things she would come to understand. And some words that were universal, even in the wild language they were all born to. Sunday noted the wave of her tail, and could sense from the words that there was no anger there for her sleep being disrupted.

Her own tail waved in kind, and Sunday chuffed warmly. She shifted where she stood, watching the stranger who unknowingly introduced herself head to the stream. Sunday did the same, to take a drink... and did not pause as the other dunked their head beneath the waters. Sunday had seen her brothers fish this way, and knew what could be done through such a maneuvering. This one must be a good hunter.

But Sunday started when she pulled sopping wet furs from the water! Lifting her head and cocking it, Sunday's chin dripped water from it in several loud plops.

And then Sunday dipped her own head in the waters. She opened her eyes, but could then see nothing but sediment and stone. Emerging, Sunday stepped away to shake out her furs, water splashing this way and that, before turning to approach Jade Eyes with a tail that began to wag behind her again, head low. Her eyes turned to the skin Jade Eyes had spread apart, and Sunday Morning sniffed at it from afar.

The word rabbit was one of those universal words, but its scent (coming from its leftovers) would have been identifying enough. Sunday Morning's yellow eyes found where the scent came from. She approached these items slowly, looking to Jade Eyes. Sunday Morning had no intent to steal from the other, but was curious as to what all was there. The berries in particular caught her eye.