Verdigris Ravine palm

The male seemed to give her a reproachful look when she returned, which offended her. Do not look at S'ari that way, she chided. There was nothing out there!

And then he stood up from the water, and her jaw dropped. The blood had been old blood. There were no open wounds anywhere on him. He had simply been bathing, or cooling off. She huffed, annoyed but relieved. Why must we speak different languages? she muttered. This would be so much easier if this one spoke Tribe.

Still, she followed as he left. He at least made it clear that he expected her to do that, and she was happy to comply. The scent of rabbit filled her nose and this is where he stopped, grunting in his strange way again. So, he wanted to hunt? That would be a good way to stretch their legs.

Then he said to her, 'Zoug.' And gestured to himself, and said again, 'Zoug.'

She dipped her head in greeting, for she at least understood this. S'ari, she said. Then again, slower, emphasizing the tapped R. Sah-ree. She nodded once, then gestured to the hare trail, tail wagging.