Duck Lake the long fall

Despite the season, she feels the warmth spread to her cheeks. Was he mocking her? Fúyáo would keep up appearances for as long as the wilds allowed it, though the look on his - Uktark's  - face said that she has earned some respect.

A pale paw reaches to smooth her pelt, proudly. Little princess? Now it is her turn to scoff. "I am not little anymore," she laughs. "I know some things, Uk-tark. Like birds are fun to kill with friends." His attention did feel rather nice.

Catching him eyeing the bird, she pushes what's left of the carcass away. Little meat was left, and surely he did not want the bones. Curiosity brings her to ask: "Where is Grey Fangs?"