Rising Sun Valley Run up

a paw to their chest.

a big word. so many seemed to have such big names that she could not think of repeating. she thought fondly of being able to call the tripod in the hollow croo.

at least this time she understood that it was an exchange of names. the paw to the chest the biggest clue to that.

her, she tried her best (for that warm fuzzy feeling in her stomach...) to attempt.

sov... the rest should have been easy. only she felt embarrassed, flushed. as if she might mess it up and ruin her moment with this wonderful girl. sov? she wondered if it would be okay to say that instead.

regardless —

a paw now to her own. bjarna. kvarsheim. then her paw was placed back down and her head looked over her shoulder back towards home.

did the girl understand too?