Hushed Willows uncloak

I have no desire to! she sang back to him, shooting what could only be called a coquettish look over her shoulder.

Despite this declaration, she pumped her legs as hard as she could, reaching her top speed as she ran through this particularly mythical forest. Soon she found herself in the shadow of the nearby mountains, the grass underfoot giving way to drier soil as she reached the foothills.

She slowed a little, find herself short of breath. Once upon a time, she had been rather lean from constantly moving all over the place. These days, she was a little stockier, with a new layer of meat over her softening muscles. It had never bothered her before, though as her gallop became a lope became a trot, she acknowledged that she was a bit out of shape.

Meerkat glanced over her shoulder in the hopes Njord would catch up and run alongside her now. She wondered what he thought of her curvier figure, whether it had surprised him after being away. She felt a little self-conscious all of a sudden, her gaze panning curiously over the side of her mate’s face before shifting to look ahead.