Sawtooth Spire glazed eyes, empty hearts

He took her up on the offer, but certainly not in the way she expected him to. Again she looked behind her, and he was absent... Tonravik had enough time to step out of the water and sniff into the viridian forest behind the crystal clear waters, beyond the peculiar dirt path that was the only unremarkable thing this territory held. Even from here, the rock above was too high to see her mate there... 

But she heard him. Tonravik turned around and watched as he jumped, moving in the way the fish had, but with intention. Tonravik turned to dash within the waters, disturbing the peace and tranquility of the place herself. He came towards her and she battled the shallow water as she might snow, and as he sought to nose her shoulder, his mate sought to draw her forelegs around him and gnaw harmlessly at the top of his head. If her maneuver was successful, he would nose her soaked chest instead of her shoulder. 

She looked above him at the chasm from where the water spilled. Considered his playful suggestion... And also considered her still swollen belly. The idea seemed painful, but the following week, the pain would be a memory. Already she was curbing her babes from gnawing at her tears again as their baby teeth came to full bloom... 

Instead she jumped to the side, and withdrew to sweep her muzzle into the water, creating a wave and a splash that headed right for him.