Morningside Cuesta song sung blue

At her age, she read situations far more easily than she had in her youth. But, even if she'd been a yearling, she likely wouldn't have felt threatened by the presence of the girl. She was still small, even if she was no longer quite young enough to be called a pup. Too old to be begging meals from old women — but, considering the respectful distance she kept, Moorhen was inclined to be generous.

The stood a long way apart, regarding one another with care. Something tipped the scales in her favor, and the erne fluttered her tail in greeting.

Pleasantries out of the way, she changed trajectory and moved purposefully toward the girl, rabbit still hanging from her silver-flecked muzzle.