Bitterroot Valley deception, disgrace, outrageously beautiful

the sylph turned, sharing with umzingeli a two-toned gaze. for a moment, she was enraptured by the sight, finding it to be a delightful arrangement of colors. in fact, the coat of this stranger was just as breathtaking, its soft tones a complement to the white of the ground.

aphiwe's tail wagged behind her. intle, she questioned, why do you sing? the inflection, the elongation of words; it confused the huntress. perhaps intle is happy, she thought while awaiting a response.