Broken Antler Fen The person I most medium suspect.

Yeah, Lilitu responded to his advice, brightening a bit. I guess you're right. She was warm with happiness at his reciprocal gratitude, and kept her head upon his back for a few moments longer, taking slow, easy breaths. In, out. The smell of Brecheliant, and a friend.

Finally, she pulled away, and smiled at him. Enough serious talk. Dare you to race me across the ice.

Lilitu nodded down the path ahead, fairly spacious, with no trees impeding the way for quite a while. First one to that crooked log wins? she asked cheekily, her nose pointed toward a gnarled specimen that straddled two higher banks.

She began to rev up, and then ran, and slid, and would slide regardless of whether Eljay would follow, filled with joy and companionship.