Redtail Rise XX

This thing between they two was an easy thing. His joy brought hers near to its peak. It was difficult to remain still as she shared in his elation with whines and whimpers of her own, several whistle notes sounding as she shifted her weight. Sunday was mindful, all the while, of their cubs. When she shifted her weight, none of it bore onto them (though one might have been removed from a teat... if such happened, they were quick to latch upon her again!).

Her eyes closed as he bestowed his joy upon her, lips upturned in a canine smile as she huffed happily into the air. Sunday Morning made no protest, the thoughts filling her ones that were happy, and warming. She took care to get her own licks in, and when he departed to stand on guard again she licked her chops and placed her muzzle over one foreleg.

But her own good mood was too great, and she could not yet sleep. He would hear her taking care of their cubs, grooming and tending to their needs. Marveling more at their growth. To him, she would recount the most momentous of observations. Which, in truth, was most everything; all these things firsts for them all!