Stone Circle needless to say, I keep her in check

Alya just liked to run. She was no fool, and could tell that the flat planes had softened her features somewhat in the months since they'd come here. There was less to do, and getting around didn't take nearly as much effort. But Alya didn't care that she'd put on a few pounds; her fur was still sleek and soft, and her teeth as sharp as ever, and her jaws able to rend flesh from bone.

She just wondered, sometimes, if she was losing her way. She longed to return to the mountains not because they were all she'd ever known, but because the high peaks and jagged crags held her heart. Still, Nikai had laid claim to a rather large piece of it as well, and she was content, for the moment, to dwell with his family in the land of his birth. He would do the same for her, she knew, and things were just easier this way.

Soon enough, she allowed herself to be caught, flopping down on her side and slaying her forepaws wide to invite him into the toothy bear trap of her embrace.