Redtail Rise run rabbit run

This could be a fade point, if you want! I love her!

Sunday Morning watched, breathing quietly. The grasshopper moved again, and this time the young girl gave chase. She had decided to start the hunt, and Sunday Morning was content to follow after her. Playfully, slower than Bloodspot, Sunday too gave chase. She minded the earth, and the cubs progress, and did not interfere or put herself in the girls path.

The bug escaped them both. Sunday watched it go too, for a moment, before her gaze found Bloodspot again. Her tail waved behind her in answer to the girls, and Sunday slid down partially so that her forelegs were splayed wide. She thumped them against the earth in the age old gesture of play, plume continuing to wag.