The Sunspire [m] rawhide

slowly she made out that the other was in pursuit too of goats.

she thought of the cool meat cached among the stones, and descended in a rivulet of stone-sand and small rolling pebbles.

here the difference in their stature would be apparent, but muskrat circled with the harsh elegance of her clan's namesake. "you think i owe? owe you? i take what you hunt?" tones mocking, but not yet a barb.

"i trade," muskrat said slyly instead. "i give meat for ... what?" the sunflower eyes sought to capture the other's own.