Phoenix Maplewood this feelings just begun [m]

Sunday Morning was pleased to see his response. It lit the fire in her belly again, but there was a need to move and investigate firstly. Her mind could think of but four things: him, food, water, rest. Where the rest had been there for as long as she could recall, this latest need was new. The hours that she burned, he felt as essential as all the rest. Sunday was not content to merely let him take the lead, though did admire his strong gait for a beat before she loped to his side.

He was taller than her, but she pressed against him lightly as they went so they could move shoulder to shoulder. Her gaze lingered on the sky, where a break within the treetops another raven passed. The cawing grew louder now, and Sunday licked her chops in anticipation of what they might come to find.

You can pick whatever food is there!