Stavanger Bay i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night

There's an overdramatic yelp as suddenly as she's pinned. None of it hurts and Amayo does no damage when she's splayed out upon the ground mere seconds after she'd once been on top, but the disorientation is enough of a whirlwind. Wide eyes blink several times before she registers any of the words spoken to her, staring up blankly at the woman. Soon there's attention drawn to her shoulder and she whines once, quietly, and attempts to bury herself in her chest. She has grown since her first day, gangly and long limbed and spilling out on either side of the hold, but nonetheless comfortable in caretaker's embrace.