Blackbeak Bluff prayer circle

it was not often at all that mireille ventured from the sanctum of sapphique for anything. the cliffs were self sufficient, and the number of puppies there kept her busy with babysitting.
today though she had gotten away. a dip in the saltwater and then preening her pelt was the first order of the day. mireille stalked proudly along the bluff, her coat a brilliant shade of red against the wild sky.
the birds dove. and beyond them was a dark stranger. 
she stopped to look at him.