Heron Lake Plateau They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown.

She deposited the second carcass next to the first.  Luck was definitely on her side today — on her own, she had never been this good at hunting.  Not until she had met Siarut, and felled both of those ducks in one go.  It was not long before she had found another squirrel.  This one passed through a thicket of thorns but the headstrong firebrand continued after it anyway, tearing up her legs.

She almost had it when — oof! — Nevouku slammed directly into her shoulder.  Heat spread across the area as she and the timid male became a tangle of limbs, rolling across the plateau.