Dawnlark Plains rhythm romancing

it was her. he wanted to cry. he wanted to grab her and scream and tell her to RUN

but the bear was behind them. his logical mind knew his fears were unfounded. aventus’ head had been split open. and arielle..

he shuddered. chacal spoke and it was something rare and cherished to val, who had left on the tail end of her verbal growth. any question he had died when he heard a thump; his fur flew on end with an instinctive jump.

harsh breathing. fearful. val’s ears pressed forward as chacal assumed the timeless position of his shadow; how seamless they fell together, despite the miles and months apart.

val craned his neck, peering into the bramble. the unmistakable sheen of copper peered back, eyes wide like cornered prey. indra! val whispered in disbelief, a new flood of relief overcoming him to see he had not lost her after all.