Swiftcurrent Creek Grace (or lack thereof)

LADY TIME.

Njal and Tuwawi's amorous acrobatics had not gone unnoticed. The creek offered few natural barriers against sound, and it travelled unchecked through the air like a rampant, invisible herd. The sound of the mated pair's heated lovemaking had spread particularly far, and had rooted Bazi to the spot when it hit her in the dead of night. She knew instinctively what it was - and that it was rude (and a little bit creepy) to listen in on this most private of unions, but this information did nothing to speed her along.

Seeing Tuwawi now brought an invisible to flush to the Gamma's cheeks. She hadn't seen the fiery female since their first - brief - encounter, and now she knew far too much about the woman's domestic situation. Bazi sucked down a deep breath, and followed her pack-mate into the pleasant half-light.

A spring, presumably fed by ground water, sat still and dark in the shade of a several leafy deciduous trees. The light was secretive here, flecked with green and gold and white. It felt like stepping into a private world of secrets and whispers. Bazi announced herself - if that was even necessary; a walking cloud was hard to miss - with a soft woof, waited for any sign of recognition, and stepped forward to greet the other female with a very gentle headbutt to the shoulder.

Bones harbored no voyeuristic awkwardness, and bounced into the quiet glade with her usual energy and enthusiasm. Avast. That was a new one; perhaps even better than ahoy.