There was a lot of talking, the girl's ears going from pricked up and listening to the funny words Amon and the other man said to flattened in annoyance at all the sheer length of speaking going on. The ground got closer and closer, her eyes drooping as she decided a nap would be fine.

Then the newer short woman appeared, startling her back into wakefulness. You smell like my aunt she announced, as she licked up the seeds. Then licked at her muzzle while making a face, trying to wipe away the earthy flavor as the other woman approached for her to be carried. Her legs were wobbly, as she tried to stand, looking at the black and gold man with curious (and drooping) eyes while she waited for someone to help her up.