Meadowlark Prairie Tsukareta

tamar reddened beneath the aforementioned pelt.

"akashingo." she pointed with her muzzle to the peak of red, rising from the flatlands just beyond the meadow. the maidservant ducked her head down. she was hungry but could not eat, and so she only pushed the hindquarters of the rabbit back and forth.

"i am tamar," she said finally, if only to have anything fill this silence. she looked studiously at her co-hunter.