Lake Rodney i will fly

ope post 100 4 u

the stranger's fur carried many scents. the salt of the sea; the stone of mountains; the deep green of trees who weathered the snow.
a traveller, and she quite reduced to chasing shades around a short area. the girl drew back, though not completely; teya was still, wondering if he would seek out the messages wreathed into her own ruff.
when the greeting ended, the shybloom stepped back, waving her tail in a tentative gesture of friendship.