Redhawk Caldera Streets lined with cottages and cabins

Maia hadn't thought much on the ways she had changed, but despite being well into adulthood, she'd grown quite a bit in the last year. There had been so many changes - some good, some bad. And she'd shifted with them.

She and Eljay were always close, but not usually like this. Outside of instinct they didn't really bother with it, but right now she led the way eagerly, through the trees and to a secluded spot where hopefully no one would bother them.

How about here? She asked, nuzzling at his cheek, where the white had begun to pepper into the grey. It was something she'd noticed, but wasn't something she'd put to age (thankfully) yet. In her mind, Eljay was no older than she was... and like Wraen, she would stubbornly hold that notion as long as she could.