"I see. . ." she stepped back away from the doe, who sighed with relief, and tilted her head. Her blank stare still fixed on the dark red fawnling. "Well? What should I do?" she asked, her tail curling up behind her to twitch in a feline-esque expression. On anyone else it would have been viewed as a gesture of impatience but with Cuitiliú it was automatically assumed to be just an odd tick; one of many. The red doe glared at her.
"How should I know? I'm not your keeper." she snapped. Cuiti tilted her head the other direction in response, her ears flopping comically to the side.
"I see. . . ."
with a yell the Doe stamped her hooves and shoved her head at Cuiti, "Stop saying that. You're giving me the creeps, seriously, Cuitiliú, cut it out! I'm getting goosebumps over here" invitation to invade personal bubble received; Cuiti stepped up to Sahlii and shoved her face close to the red does body to look for the fabled goosebumps.
". . . . . I see no geese, nor bumps, on your flesh, Sahlii. . . . . was this a joke? If so then I do not get it."
"No. . . . no it was not a j- would you get back! Cuiti I swear, you have no idea about boundaries and personal space how is a woman supposed to breath around you!?"
Stepping back once more, obedient to Sahlii's demands, Cuiti sat down on her haunches "I really think the Captain should know that there are two Oakferns running amok this far inland."
"And how do we know they were Oakferns, hmmmm, Cuiti? They could have been Windborne spies instead; from the main herd. . . . to. . . . crap." Sahlii swore. Either way someone was going to need to leave their post and inform the Captain and since pitching her voice meant that Cuiti would be heard by everyone, including the invaders, that wasn't an option. Sahlii groaned. "You're absolutely sure you didn't just imagine these invaders in one of your special moments?" Sahlii demanded, shoving her face into Cuiti's.
". . . . then it is okay to be in your bubble, Sahlii?" Cuiti's ears perked up, curiosity bringing a faint light to her otherwise dull eyes. Sahlii swore and shouted 'no' at her before stomping back a few yards to pace, and mutter, and pace some more. Cuitiliú stood and looked from side to side at the surrounding area. The soft crunch of the sand-like dirt under Sahliis splayed hooves the only sound in the otherwise quiet clearing. "uhm. . . .which way was the herd again?" Cuiti turned her blank face back to Sahlii.
With a moan of exasperation and defeat Sahlii sighed and turned away from Cuiti, "You're absolutely useless, Cuiti. I'll go tell them. Where did you see the Oakferns."
"They were following Bunyip Creek on the Eastern bank."
"Oh yes, this, she knows." Sahlii rolled her eyes. "You have the worse sense of direction, Cuiti, honestly. You're survival this long is amazing. You're absolutely certain they were on the East- I mean far bank?" at least identifying the river was a point in Cuiti's favor. The doe nodded in response, almost vigorously.
"They were opposite to me and I have not crossed the river today, Sahlii."
"Fine. . . . do not shove wind up my ass, Cuiti." with a mighty leap Sahlii vanished into the forest of eucalyptus. The soft humming and whisper of feathers and birds was all that was left as the rustling of the leaves settled in the does passing. Cuiti stared after her for a moment before looking up at the sky.
"I wonder why you're blue, today, and not purple. . . . purple's a pretty color, you should go back to being purple. . ." she spoke to herself in a soft voice as she observed the sky. "What do you think, sky, should I wait here for Sahlii to return?" the sky offered no answer to the inquisitive doe. With a twitch of her ear and another flick of her curling tail she glanced around the forest. "No, I suppose not. Lets go south, I'm sure we'll find something to report there." the sky, the forest, and the sand were her friends. They, at least, didn't wig-out on her when she invaded their personal space.
Spiders didn't like it, and snakes didn't either. Come to think of it Kangaroos didn't really fancy having a curious yellow-brown doe shove her nose in their faces either. They kicked, and punched, and were really not nice. She wiggled her nose at the memory of her last Kangaroo encounter. "No, I don't want to see them again. That really hurt. And was entirely unnecessary." she informed herself with a defining nod. "Brill?" she paused, tilting her head left and right in a slow, pendulous motion mimicking a ticking clock. After a long moment she dropped to her knees, placed her head sideways on the ground and stared at the underbrush as though it would provide the answers she sought.
"Where could he have gone. . ." she pushed back to her feet, having no luck finding the billed creature she sought she marched on.