Duck Lake Riveted

Rivet pointed out that they would fight and Turquoise tipped her head, acknowledging this truth. "Agreed," she said lightly, then much more emphatically, she added, "I'll never walk out on you like that again. I promise, Riv. You hear me?" She put her muzzle next to Rivet's soft ear. "Never." Turq nuzzled the fur underneath it again, then skimmed her nose along Rivet's jaw.

She was content to stay there, holding onto her former and present lover, but it occurred to Turq that she'd been in the middle of something when Rivet had walked back into her life, just like that. She blinked those gemstone eyes and sat up straighter, loosening her hold on Rivet slightly. A sort of wan smile edged its way onto her lips and she decided right then and there never to speak of the choice she'd been deliberating, nor the decision she'd arrived at when Rivet had reappeared with impeccable timing. Anyway, Rivet had stepped in and made the decision for her and nothing else mattered beyond that point.

"What do we do now? I mean, where shall we go?" Turquoise asked after a few beats, sliding her leg away from Rivet and sitting upright, the better to face her. She looked awfully pretty in the low light reflecting off the lake. "Before our fight, we were discussing the idea of finding and joining a pack," she reminded Rivet, lips pursing. They hadn't had any specific place in mind then, though Turquoise knew of at least one possible option now.