Sheepeater Cliff we made our homes in different places

Thank you for the thread! Pulling Seelie. ♥

It felt as though the impromptu meeting was coming to a close, and Stockholm’s ringing back in the distance only solidified Coelacanth’s desire to detach. She dipped her muzzle with meticulous deliberation to the mated pair, and if by some miracle subtitles could have been orchestrated, “I am very pleased to have met you,” would have flashed across the screen. When it came to Screech, though, her fondness was plain — she felt oddly unrestrained, perhaps due to his skittish nature and younger age. She believed that she would see him again soon, so she did not dither over a prolonged goodbye; instead, she touched her nose with cautious affection to his cheek, and when he did not immediately attempt to wrench away, her pert pink tongue darted out in a chaste farewell kiss.

With that, the sheepdog turned and was gone, the only evidence of her heavily-muscled companion a quietly murmured, “Everything okay?” and the sound of two sets of paws in tandem.