Redtail Rise XLVI

Saturday’s Sunset had learned to love rainy weather. Mist, thunder, clouds, wet, and all. After a storm, she discovered that the damp air enhanced the forest’s many smells… as if they had been released from the soil. Today, she explored the fringes of the rendezvous site quietly.

Then, she found the trail of her father.

Curiously, the young juvenile blindly followed her nose until she caught Augu’s great silver form on the bank of a new river. A great chorus of frogs croaked happily.

A forest song! the spirit chimed.

Urged forth by the spirit, Saturday’s Sunset sidled up alongside her father as her large ears turned like satellite dishes, unaware that the creatures making the noise were edible.