Duck Lake [m] Let it go, paint my body gold

there was something distinctly different about reverie. lestan followed, transfixed but in a deeper method this way; her legs moved and her pelt glowed.
perhaps it was the scent of the unknown woman, perhaps it was his memory of jakoul. but neither of them truly came to mind as he pranced after reverie.
on a whim he pushed his nose into the plush hairs of her nape and inhaled deeply, his eyes shutting for a moment as ears splayed in delight to be so close!