Porcupine Ridge And then the moon, like to a silver bow

thirst overtook her,  for climbing a mountain was no small endeavour, and the scent of water had her muzzle swivel quickly.  another was subject to her piercing gaze, a distance away but still heading toward the lake. she did not mind the other, felt no nervousness as she approached the lake with the intent to drink.

She trotted toward the water source with easy grace, her slim form dipping low as a willow might to sate her thirst. when she was filled, did she look to the other, eyes full of gentle curiosity as she chuffed a soft greeting.