Blackfoot Forest All made of stardust

Rather than struggle, Minna growled in feigned frustration. “Alas, sir, I am forced to admit my defeat. All hail, the mighty river king!” She nudged his shoulder playfully before diving out of his grip, swimming for the bank, breathless. She made an exaggerated bow in his direction, a smile teasing her muzzle. She shook her red pelt, a darker and more vibrant hue now that it was soaking wet.