Blacktail Deer Plateau willow blossom

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Moon Runner laid down to merrily gnaw on the stick a few chomps… until she realized the male walked away with his bundle. She had trouble parsing his intention. Were these not things to chew? Quickly, she picked up the branch and followed after him – learning of his odd way through their social interactions.

A systemtatic pile of these sticks wedged themslves among a cluster of trees… and Moon Runner’s head couldn’t help but tilt to the side when the male placed his among the rest. Despite her confusion, Moon Runner mimicked him and put her stick on the top.

Her amber eyes stole a glance of his face. He was focused, attuned to whatever this work was… stoic and contemplative. He was older, like Wise Father, but handsome, her spirit thought. If she howled during the cold winter would he answer? Would Faraway Shadow? Icemelt?

Her tail curled at the thought.