Big Salmon Lake that never goes out

She listened as Georgia spoke of the man, an eyebrow raising. Do you not get bored of them though? She asked. Men are rather boring. She mused to herself, tail waving gently.

As the other asked her question, her ears turned towards her. A few moons, maybe. In truth, she had not kept count. She did not need to - her passage of time was tracked only by the rising and falling of the sun, and how the birds moved through the seasons.