Swiftcurrent Creek let heaven and nature sing

she's not been here before, and her path is a wandering one as she moves to investigate whatever might catch her eye. her hunger had been sated earlier, and she was hardly in any rush to return to the mountains. loving her family did not mean she felt obliged to be beside them always, especially now as she crept towards adulthood. 

moony isn't alone long, however, and finds herself close on the trail of another woman. she's small, enough so for her to think her a pup were it not for her scent. and her pelt—"hey!" she calls, an easy greeting as she pauses. "your fur's neat." she's not seen anything like it before, gentle waves of ebony draped carefully over her tiny frame, reminiscent of waves by the lakeshore.