Phoenix Maplewood Growing Pains

Sunday observed, tongue rolling over her canine. Jade Eyes ate berry and tallow together. The pale wolf blinked at that, though saw Jade Eyes nose the two together toward her. Sunday Morning did as she was bid, surprised by the way their flavor merged together. It was a pleasant surprise. Sunday Morning had never thought to do as Jade Eyes did. It had never occurred to her, that there might be a different way of doing things... but that had simply not been the life she had lived.

Not that she did not enjoy this way. It was the way that she knew, the way that she loved.

Sunday Morning could see, though, there was more to learn. More to come to love.

Jade Eyes could understand her. Sunday Morning watched her, remaining where she stood. Ah, right here! Her tail thumped against the earth as she rose to meet her companion, pausing as she noted the paw in the air. Sunday Morning did not move only as she inspected the paw that was paler than the rest of Jade Eyes fur. It was in that way that Jade Eyes also became Pebblepaw to her. The color of it reminded Sunday Morning of the pebbles sitting in the streambed.

The pause given coincidentally aligned with the pause requested. There was the branch filled with berries, and there, as Pebblepaw revealed, were thorns. Pebblepaw kindly held the branch out for her, perhaps to make things easier. Sunday Morning loosed a happy whine of thanks, ears flattening atop her crown and flicking back up. Her tail again waved. Sunday Morning moved to gingerly pluck them, taking more than her own share.

To give back what she had taken moments ago to Pebblepaw. Also, to bring to Mountain Boulder. She wondered if he had ever tried these things, and if he might like them. It would sate hunger when prey could not be caught; she saw its use.

Finished, she stopped her plucking, sniffing at the earth they had been unceremoniously dropped upon. Sunday Morning took care to nose several of them gently back toward Pebblepaw.