Morningside Cuesta Act I, Scene I

Íkaros careens towards her with youthful guile, walloping her chest with his own and sending her into a sideways roll. She recovers, growling in playful ire and grips his shoulder with her teeth; giving a cursory tug before attempting to still him with an outstretched paw. He was starved; same as her. He must save his energy.

“I propose a different game,” Her eyes wide, tail beating so as not to diffuse his zeal. Then eager ears turn to await his response. “Can you hunt?”