Ocean's Breath Plateau blueberry

Brockleigh lied there for a few uneventful moments, until something was nudging at her side. She was lazy for a moment and didn’t budge much except for his pushes, but eventually that grew bored and she knew she ought to get back on her feet to confront whatever alien thing was poking at her. It was difficult, but with the help of the nudging she found her footing again, shaking her head as if to throw off the dust of the fall. Blue eyes locked onto her assistant- ah, the other milk-drinker whom she shared the den with. She squinted at him, with an expression that was hard to read. And then slowly, dropped into a play-stance rather clumsily, placing one paw at a time in the right spot, gazing up at him as if asking for a rough-and-tumble.