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Some children were more wary than others. Sunday Morning did not think it a bad thing. Her instinct to survive came before her eagerness of a new face, a new experience. Not even Sunday Morning could boast the same. But it was not something she thought deeply about. She saw things simply for what they were, though even this was all based from her own experience in life.

Bloodspot came closer. Sunday Morning remained on her side, head against the earth. When the girls gaze averted, Sundays did too. She wanted the girl to feel comfortable. Even if that meant being climbed all over. Sunday Morning was endlessly patient, most of all with cubs. And with some of her own coming... well, she was glad to watch over the young one for however long Bloodspot was content to remain.