Redtail Rise XIX

Sunday Morning answered his call with one of her own. She had not yet sequestered herself away from rest of the pack, but her searching had begun. It was this that had occupied her attention before he had called, but Sunday had not found anything that felt right. Not yet, anyway. Sunday turned to head in the direction Mountain Boulder had summoned her from, before she found his trail to follow. Her pace quickened, excited to see her man of stone.

When he came into her line of sight, Sunday Morning paused, forelegs spreading and ears splaying down upon her head as excitement tore through her. This elated feeling always seemed to ignite within her at the sight of him, and she bolted in his direction with  a wolfish grin. Stopping short of him, Sunday Morning accepted his greeting and returned it with eager licks and eager whines.

He would see she had grown rounder. It certainly slowed her down in some areas, but her spirits remained high. She bumped her hip against his own as the Blod settled at his side, bright gaze scanning their surroundings.