Sun Mote Copse Giants shifting in their graves

Her paws and legs were a little scuffed from the shale, but no broken skin, and the stinging was already fading.  Mostly she was just embarrassed, and that and adrenaline were what had caused the laughing fit.  Holy cow that must have looked dumb!

You think? she asked, still giggling.  Maybe I should bring Wildfire here, see if she needs a professional butt-slider.  True to form, even when Wraen did, Maia couldn't bring herself to say the other.  It felt wrong on her tongue.  Bring some deer to the bottom of this hill and I could take them all out! See, now there was an idea.  In all seriousness, she did need to find a trade.  But sliding around on hills and napping were both way more fun than that.