Eep catches Dawn bathing.

What Dawn didn't know about Eep was that Eep had similar mixed feelings about Dawn.

Having another girl as a friend was great! They could do each other's hair, and gossip and talk about boys (not that they knew any). Sure she couldn't tear a tree in half like her, but Eep didn't care. In fact, Dawn was like... really fragile. But that's okay! There was something about Dawn being fragile that made Eep like her. Like... like she's this cute, precious little thing she wants to dote on and cuddle and feed a freshly killed owlbear carcass to at the end of the day.

"Is that what being a mom is like?" Eep asked herself. "I'd make an awesome mom."

Speaking of carcasses, right now she was looking for Dawn. It was almost time for hunting and Dawn kept mentioning something called a "spear" and she wanted her to show her how it worked.

"...I don't know... what would Eep say, I mean..."

Eep recognized the voice as Dawn's. She leapt onto one of the lower tree branches and leapt through the trees like a jackrobat, following the voice.

She eventually found Dawn. She was at a peaceful pond alone. Her pants, boots and shell-bra were neatly folded along the fresh-water beach. Before Eep could call out to her, her voice caught in her throat.

Dawn was wringing out her hair, which was usually in a braid, giving Eep a nice long look at her back. Her musculature was much more subtle than her own, and aside from a scar or two, her skin was flawless. The water only being knee-high, Eep got a nice clear look at Dawn's ass.

Eep swallowed a globule of spit that had accumulated in her mouth, the act so loud to her that she was worried it would give her away.

Her butt curved like the moon and it looked so... so...

"Yummy," Eep muttered to herself. Her lips felt dry, and she couldn't stop staring.

Dawn turned around and started walking back to the beach. She was skinny, but that didn't stop her from having curves. Her hips were of a modest size that made her steps flow like water. Her stomach was flat with signs of musculature. A tuft of hair between her legs that matched the color of her eyes, and her breasts were like a pair of fruit. Some of the juiciest, sweetest looking pieces of fruit she had ever laid eyes on.