Big Salmon Lake Why are you hanging on so tight

Do I? Treepie said with a blink, huffing a quiet laugh before adding, I don’t mind being perceived, at least today. She paused, yellow eyes flicking over the red fur now drying on a smooth slab of stone. No, not really. My mother does though.

Her glance lingered for a moment as she reveled in some memory or other. But Pie soon turned her attention back to the woman. Her fur was as pale as it was thick. The warm look in her eyes matched her friendly tone. Tiuttuk smiled at her, though she resisted the urge to ease onto her haunches.

First, she queried, Do you mind some company? I’m Tiuttuk.