Morningside Cuesta song sung blue

The girl quailed; this lowered her just slightly in the erne's esteem, but she was no less inclined toward friendliness. If anything, she made a more effusive show of it, lowering her head and splaying her ears. Her tail wheeled more tellingly, though it now flagged just slightly, held above her hocks. If the girl wanted to submit, Moorhen would make up for the deficit.

She dropped the rabbit as she drew near. Too near, perhaps. Her scarred, black nose was twitchy, now. If allowed this close, she wanted to snuffle over the girl's pelt and investigate what scents she carried. It was an unmistakably presumptuous gesture, but her tail continued to wheel in friendly encouragement.

"Naame?" she requested, regardless of whether or not her investigation was allowed.