Silver Moraine on track

I think anyone attuned to those things could recognize it! So that is fine with me :)

Much could be learned from scents, and much she did. This woman was not of the Rise, but ran with several others. She was full of vitality, just as she had looked. Sunday Morning's ear cupped backward at the others whine, tail automatically swaying as she turned her head to look to Rivereyes. Her head tilted, sensing the others joy, noting where it was they lingered.


Sunday Morning licked her chops, looking to the same spot, tail waving a little quicker. It was clear that she had been unaware that anything had taken, but she trusted the other woman, her nose. Her yellow eyes turned back to the stranger, letting out another whine as though seeking further confirmation. She dared to hope it was true; Sunday Morning knew she and her mate had answered natures song with their dance, but had no experience in knowing what it coming to fruition would look like. Feel like.

And even still, she was unaware that part of that feeling was the way she craved waterfowl with every fiber of her being. Her desire for it seemed to raise by the minute, not forgotten even with the pleasant distraction that did manage to make up the majority of her headspace then.