Phoenix Maplewood Growing Pains

Sunday looked at Jade Eyes, who was gesturing from furs, to sky. Her muzzle pointed sunward. Sunday Morning looked to the sky herself then, but could not comprehend the meaning of what this meant. Having never seen anything like it before, and not knowing its purpose, Sunday Morning could only guess. But she was not one to use deductive reasoning for anything beyond what proved useful and had a purpose. Hunting, sparring, scavenging, and some games.

But Sunday Morning was not sure the purpose of the wet skins. Fur of prey had always been an obstacle to her she had licked away when it got in her path. Fur was not good to eat.

Then Jade Eyes nosed the berries toward her. Sunday Morning's tail continued to wave. She had seen these, on her journey here. She had not thought to eat them, but if they were among the foodstuffs Jade Eyes had... Sunday Morning scarfed them down. With berry stained lips, Sunday looked to Jade Eyes again. An inquiring note came from her throat, this low in pitch. Where? Sunday wondered where it was Jade Eyes had found this item.