Totoka River Riding horses cloaked in grey

Her stunned gaping look turned, suddenly, to giggles, and she looked at him, shaking her head. Not really, she remarked, half-ashamed but more pleased than anything. She stepped on its tail and began to worry its head away, wrenched it free, presented it to him.

Fuh' 'oo, Blueberry said, dipping her muzzle, the picture of magnanimity. There was a grin there, stretching beyond the fish, tight in the corners of her mouth.

She was undoubtedly pleased. Her eyes were creased, but sparkled.

She felt purpose.