Grouse Thicket Thousands of sunsets

the woman made quiet her question, which in turn was appreciated by eshamun. "the copse of sun motes," she rejoined, giving forth the words willingly. how else might the malkaria thrive in the presence of their enemies if not for the knowledge of their whereabouts? she waved her tail at her hips, and looked at the face of the other, and saw she was meant no harm.

"what is your name?" the canaanite inquired after a moment's pause, stepping forward with an unthreatening tone to her movement. she meant to seek a friend in this woman, if their situations allowed it. they spoke for several moments before parting ways, warmly, and eshamun removed herself home with a small smile.