Morningside Cuesta song sung blue

The game had been thrilling, for Moorhen. It was nearly time for whelping season, but what Moorhen liked more was when pups were big enough to throw around but still small enough she didn't break her back. Petal was far on the latter end, but Moorhen was nostalgic enough to play the game anyway.

Too bad there hadn't been an ocean to rocket her into.

The larger wolf bounded after her tiny playfellow, tail still wheeling jauntily in enjoyment of their game. When she reached Petal, she checked her over with a snuffling nose, and quickly, determined that it had not been as fun for her as it had been for Moorhen. A pity!

"Eat rabbit," Moorhen commanded, dropping it at her feet. This was an apology.