Porcupine Ridge Seasong saints

Diane turned her head, ears pricking at Taggarik's greeting noise. Seeing him was more welcome than she anticipated, her ears falling to clasp her skull as her tail began a naturally erratic flinging from side to side. She committed to a short gallop to reach him, her mood intensely giddy for reasons beyond her present understanding, and bounded to a halt in front of him, beaming brightly as her tail continued its breakneck waving. "Sir Tagg," she greeted him breathlessly, excitedly. "I've just run  all the way home! I have no idea how far I ran, or... or why I was running really," she paused, thinking about her strange story and what event had caused her to flee for Ridge territory, but she shook away the confusion. "But it felt like I was flying, and— and it was so wonderful!" she blustered, her face flush with a blooming happiness.

She nudged him, her muzzle smiling and enthused as she buried her face into his broad, dark chest. "Oh, please come. Come run with me!" she exclaimed, spinning from him and darting towards the river. She paused briefly, turning a brimming, youthful gaze towards him, tail tick-tocking and mind wondering if he would follow.

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