Lost Creek Hollow my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel

Root offers a smile and a shake of her tail. Teaching someone else about hunting is something she enjoyed, getting the chance to perfect her own talents and use them in practice. It would also help her connect with her pack mates. “I’d love to,” she tells her. “That doesn’t mean anything,” she says and gives the other woman a once over for the sake of evaluation. “You can still be good at it.” 

Her smile widens and her rump even wiggles with the shake of her tail. “If we can find something big, I’ll show you the areas you’d be good for.”

The girl jerks her nose and trots along, hoping the other might follow. Perhaps they’d find something, but either way they could get a chance to learn a thing or two.

Want to fade and have a new one soon?