Sister Mine

As her sister tracked the moose, Sabine tracked her. She'd run across Sunny's scent while exploring the marble riverbed. Of course she'd followed, doing her best to do so silently. She wanted her return to be a surprise.

Nose to the ground, Sabine followed the trail with ease. The rock underfoot was smooth but not featureless; she could feel the gentle rise and fall in the stone were an ancient current had worn it down. So far she had yet to find a dip in the riverbed that caused her to stumble, so she assumed it was relatively safe travelings.

Slinking up behind her sister with a smirk on her lips, she called, ”What kind of creature goes after a moose alone?” Sabine frisked closer, her head held high and the tips of her canines exposed as her smirk grew. She stopped and tipped her head to the side as if thinking. Teasing, she went on to say, ”Can't decide if that's incredibly brave or foolish.”