Dawnlark Plains love fills the room from the ground to the ceiling

Coelacanth had no real conception of what she smelled like, but she was far more interested in how Aditya and Grayday smelled than she could ever remember being. Just before the latter drew away, Coelacanth attempted to adorn the underside of his jaw with a quick kiss — but in the rush she was lucky to get him across the nose or whiskers. The same did not apply to Sunny, mainly because Seelie still saw him as a very tall, endearing puppy; it was why she adored him so much. Without considering how her nearness might affect him, she danced forward and attempted to nibble at his chin and cheek with delighted exuberance. “Hello!” she greeted them with a warm little whuff and the eager wriggling of her slim musculature; and, “How are you?” she wondered, nose attempting to poke through Sunny’s fur to measure how big and strong he’d grown since the Hunter’s Moon. He hadn’t been in peak condition then; she was pleased to see him hale and happy.

Blindly she began to follow Grayday and Sunny before she realized that Aditya had fallen back. Fretfully she shimmied in place, wondering whether to return to his side or to greet her sister-cousin at long last — but as she always would, Catori won. With an apologetic whisking of her tail and a flattening of her tufted ears, she darted toward Aditya and made to nose at his chin — “I am sorry!” — before wheeling away and clinging like a burr to Grayday and Sunny’s shadows.