Mudminnow River Eridanus

You saved this lonely, old thing! Infinite gratitude! :)

Esma was not the only treasure hunter here. Having made a neat pile of things she considered worth keeping, she returned to the stream to check out some of the rounded pebbles. There she noticed a big black bird doing the same thing she did. Up until now the girl had never payed much attention to species other than her own. Prey aside, in a sense that they might interest her at all. But now she lied down, rested her head between her outstretched paws, while her eyes followed the path of the winged brother.

Esma - so awkward and shy around her own kin - felt amusement of the spectacle and smile appeared her lips. She lifted her head and directed a short, playful growl at the crow and tapped her forepaws playfully.