Honeyed Pasture if teardrops could be bottled,

Saucy watched Dalia cross the finish line and take her deep breaths. Her taunts were taken well, and Saucy mentally noted that Dalia was dope actually and that they could definitely be gal pals. She snickered when the gray girl showed off her sick ride (her legs) then asked Saucy how she got so fast. The she-wolf shrugged and rolled over too, curling into a snowball and then uncurling and hey she was wolf again! It’s all about the thrust babe. You gotta get a good start and then you can keep going from there, she said with a smile, her tourmaline gaze drifting to Dalia.

She laid there for a moment, collecting her breath and her thoughts and soaking up the sunlight like a sponge. She rolled over onto her stomach to talk, her tail wagging cheerfully behind her. So where are you from? she asked, hoping to get to know Dalia better. These were just the basics, the stuff every friend should know about their friends.