Redtail Rise XXII

Sunday Morning leaned into his ministrations as he provided them, quiet and almost sated. When he finished, she continued to consume the rest of what he had brought. In the quiet of the hour, Sunday enjoyed the slowness time granted them in this moment. She rumbled happily to feel him move alongside her, their long furs mingling.

She heard him speak, as well  as they two could. She was fluent in his language, as he was hers. She knew her name, now, a thing she had never had before him. A name she oft provided to others in rumbles.

And now, for the first time, he called her the thing that they two were to one another. She realized that it was  not something she had ever said, either, though that was surely who he was to her.  And so in turn, she crooned his name from her in its guttural, well-loved sound... and her voice next announced the same his own had, as she moved to press her own nose against his. Mountain Boulder. Mate.