Redtail Rise XIX

His sounds filled her ears and her heart with it. Sunday Morning had always been a happy she-wolf, but with Mountain Boulder she found herself happiest. The faces of her family became more distant by the day, though she would remember them always with great fondness.

Sunday Morning followed her man easily with the pace he set. More and more she learned how he moved, and was intuitively able to fall into step with him as he guided their path. Before long, they came across what he intended to show her. He sniffed at the great bones that had been left behind, and Sunday Morning approached to do the same. She marked its faded yellow hue, teeth marks left behind by smaller predators that had known this place before her. Perhaps before him.

She circled it with interest, nose working actively. She paused at a certain point, licking at the bone to sample. Old though they were, they did not seem tested by very many fangs. But this old bone tasted as good as any other. She thought to gnaw at them for a moment, but first looked around them with a curious look to her features. She darted a few feet away and peered to the right, then the left. And pressed her nose to the earth to sniff for other bones this beast or its ilk might have left behind. Sunday looked to Mountain Boulder, wondering if he knew of any. While it did not feel wrong to her to chew on those bones, Sunday Morning would not mind one she could carry with her to worry away at when she could not visit this place.