Alpine Lake the first five days after the weekend are the hardest

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harrowing flinched upright as she became aware of someone's voice canvassing her undisturbed lake home. stiff and muddled from sudden wakefulness, she was sluggish to process the lilting query; though quicker to recover physically once she recognized that the message's intended audience was the deviljho herself.

yawning, her posture loosened dramatically, and the picked-clean carcass she'd employed as a teddy bear was thrust unceremoniously aside. the wildhearted wolf gathered herself up on long, swift legs, and cantered towards the source in the most direct path she could manage; a note of acknowledgement sent back for the caller prior to her arrival.

she came to a deceitfully lank pause before the cimmerian drifter -- settling him with a keen, irrepressible stare -- as her tail gave coyly measured wags like the taunting sway of an executioner's axe. she looked mildly amused, past her sharp and rough-hewn edges, but there was a questioning sort of suspicion written clear on her face too. not many could meet harrowing and come asking for a second encounter.

she tipped her chin up and asked: "couldn't jump without seeing me one last time?"