Morningside Cuesta this common blood iii

Her own eyesight wasn't getting any better, at her age. Her father had been blind long before reaching the venerable age of eight. (In fact, he hadn't reached eight at all.) For a moment, she thought the male up ahead might be @Blue Ridge, despite the fact that it hadn't been her cousin's voice that'd answered her.

It was as he walked that she blinked away the imagined shape of him, and saw him for what he was: a complete stranger. Younger, more strapping. Friendly enough in body language.

Despite or perhaps in part due to her age, she found herself with very little concern for her safety. She was larger than the male, after all, and both skilled and experienced in battle. Her tail waved high in the air, flagging her as a dominant and authoritative presence despite the friendliness of the gesture. She barked at the male and dropped her front half low, patting the ground in playful invitation.