Silver Moraine too weak, 2 weeks

Sunday's ears flattened atop her head as she whined happily back at him, tail thumping against the earth. His response elicited several chin nibbles and as she hoisted herself up to a side-seat, she showered the side of his muzzle in several kisses. He had brought her to the Rise, whom had accepted her, and children that might have been. Now it was clear that there would be, and Sunday Morning felt fulfilled. Happy grumbles filled the air as she pressed her head against his once more.

As his attention shifted, Sunday remembered the things she had brought. Before she nosed them to him, she placed a berry atop the tallow, as Jade Eyes had done. A sparkle of amusement brightened her gaze for the creativity of the woman. Not a treat she would make for herself when she was satisfied by the simpler things, but one she had enjoyed experiencing nonetheless. And so she would share this, too, with him.

She sniffed at the skins, uncertain if they were for eating. The furs were still upon them, and so as she nudged the food items off she lifted it from the earth. The way that it hung limp was the same as any carrion, and Sunday Morning shook her head left and right. It flew freely, lighter without any bodily extremities to weigh it down. Sunday looked to her mate, who then looked skyward. Her gaze followed his own, and when she felt him brush against her, Sunday Morning rumbled contentedly.

With the skin in tow, still hanging limply from her teeth, she bounded to his side. She gave another shake of her head, hoping to entice him to take hold of the skin too with a glimmer of playful mischief in her eye.