Moonspear surging unto skies of fire

Alya had been rolling in the mud when Cypress's call reached her ears, much to the triplet's chagrin. She'd rocketed to the creek to wash herself off, and then spent several harried minutes shaking the water from her pelt. It wouldn't do to be seen in such a soiled state by either of her boyfriends, although she felt slightly more comfortable appearing imperfect in front of Cypress than in front of Nikai.

"I'm coming! Cypress - I'm here!" she called out as she ran toward the sound of his voice (and her father's, though that hardly registered to the love-struck girl). She burst out of the trees and straight into Cypress's side, where she happily, glomped against him, glad to feel their fur mingling once more. "You came to see me! I missed you so much!"