Lost Creek Hollow Pickled Hot Peppers

Though Nunataq's author always reminds that the girl is incapable of understanding or generating speech, it was not that she had not deciphered over time that certain sounds did have certain meanings. And her name was one of them. Nuu-naaa! She had learned to react to the particular combination of letter and tone that was similar to the howls canines used to call and find each other. And it was no wonder, that once she heard someone following her and saying her name, she stopped, turned and waited.

It was her faithful Pepper Cadet and she greeted her both as his superior and as she would a good friend, an old mate. Smiling, tail wagging, she did a brief preliminary inspection of his well-being and state of health, allowing Breccan to do the same. Once the ritual was finished, she stretched, shook her coat and was ready for action. Let's do something! Her expression, perked up ears and swaying tail seemed to say. With this she beckoned Cubanelle to follow and led him further in the woods.

The game was on!