Phoenix Maplewood Lights down for the one I love.

Padding silently the woman crept upstream, hopefully trailed by her current hunting partner. Nerves still rode butterflies in her stomach, somehow making it all the way up to her brain and muddling her thoughts. Should I really do this? What if I fail? Doubts and what-ifs crowded her already over-populated brain. Are you injured, Kora? The question floated over her, her mind not able to process the words at first. When Kora finally realized what Connor was referring to the ivory lady giggled, she figured she should get this out of the way as soon as possible.

Keeping her voice low the cream woman tried to explain: "Kāo! No no. I was born like this." Figuring that would still leave a person slightly confused she dove deeper. "The bones in my paw are deformed. Usually, I don't walk on it. But I can. And this seems like a fitting time." Then limping ahead again she lied "It doesn't hurt." Actually her paw was throbbing, and she knew she would have to pay for her foolishness later. For now though, it seemed like an appropriate thing to do.