Redhawk Caldera u r b a n i

Her smile dimmed a little when Lilitu insisted she no longer wanted to go by her title, though it didn’t disappear. She opened her mouth to insist there was nothing snobbish about it but clapped it shut when her new friend changed the subject. Now her smile brightened again.

Oh my gosh, I love the leaves! Ani replied, immediately following suit by bounding into her discarded bed and rolling around noisily.

She didn’t hear Lilitu’s comment over the sound of all that crunching, though before long, Ani sat up again. Crumbled leaves clung to her, as did their singular scent. She beamed, then motioned toward the fog that still hovered.

And this, I love it too! What is it? she wondered, leaping out of the pile to swish her foreleg through the mist again.