Otter Creek cloudwalker

ducklings. witches. a king eventually coming to the conclusion that what he saw wasn't reality. tavina smirked and returned to nala's side. this time she brushed their pelts together as she paced just ahead of the other canine. "tell me."

the story was shaping up to be quite interesting, with twists she hadn't expected. maybe it was the whimsy. maybe it was the way nala grinned and chirped expressively. 

but tavina had been captured, at least for the present.