Papa Said 'Mind Your Manners'

One golden eye lazily opened. The birds of the estuary were particularly chatty this morning and Mæva knew it was unlikely that she'd get back to sleep. With a yawn she rolled over toward the opening of her den then flopped down with her head just peeking out before yawning again. Her incessant wandering was starting to wear on her. She dozed off again.

A few minutes later she woke with a start. Ack, that was enough of that! Mæva willed herself out into the daylight, stretching to wake up her mind and her body. It was time to start her day. She took off crossing through territories til reaching the Fern Gulley. This area wasn't hit as hard by winter as other regions she'd seen. With a little luck maybe she could find some small game or perhaps a deer. Not that she'd have much luck catching it but she still wanted to get a feel for the movements of larger prey in the region.

Mæva's sniffed at the ground, brow wrinkling. Was that Amaranth? She followed the scent until she spied the familiar form of her sister. "Mara! What are you doing out here? Want to help me rustle up some breakfast? I'm famished, look at this." She poked at her belly with a paw and it gurgled in reply.