Lost Creek Hollow for you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not

sionnach giggled as ash unsuspectingly fell under fire — if she wasn’t expecting a full retaliation, she might have stayed to see his reaction to being rudely shoved beneath her. as a non-frostfur, that’s where he belonged, right?

cavorting off, sionnach soon had evil-ash hot on her tail — now this was a game she could play. rough and tumble was far more her style, and other than Aengus she rarely had a chance to excise her physical dominion on willing subjects. darting to and fro like a hare, sionnach managed to avoid the first of ash’s attempts, but not the last. the boy landed on her haunches as she spun, which forced her hind limbs to give and her body to crash to the ground. as much as sionnach enjoyed rough play, she was not yet strong enough to withstand much physical pressure — she barrel-rolled to the side with a growl and rose determined, snapping at any part of ash that was within reach.