Silver Moraine XVII

Sunday Morning sensed no anger. Another tentative tail wag as she peered to the man who seemed to be deciding things. He was looking to Mountain Boulder now, and spoke differently. Two things that Sunday Morning did not know, but that were not unfamiliar to Mountain Boulder. He faced the direction they had been heading in for a short time now, and it was clear his intention to continue that way.

He meant to stay, and he meant to take her with them. Sunday Morning would also go, if the man would allow; it seemed Mountain Boulder deferred to him, too, and so would Sunday. For now, she remained as she was, gaze shifting from her mate to the red eyed man. Knowing her trial, her gaze did not linger for very long upon him lest he consider this a challenge.