Moonspear ^______________^

Aya, Treepie exclaimed through her fourth yawn in as many minutes, I should get up, and began to do as much. If I take a nap now, I’ll be up half the night, she muttered as she stood tall on all fours, stretched her limbs and shook out her colorful coat.

She looked up and down the mountainside, pondering where to go. Pie decided to pick her way downhill, wondering if a snack might perk her up a little. She dropped her nose and began to sniff her way toward a nearby cache, tail twitching.

When her bladder suddenly demanded her immediate attention, Treepie sighed. She stepped up beside the nearest tree, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then lifted her leg. It was the only way she could avoid making a mess of herself.

She quickly finished her business, planted all four feet firmly on the ground, and turned her back on the tree’s wet patch. Pie wished she could forget the dysphoria just as easily, though it took its time dispelling as she continued picking her way down Moonspear.