Dragoncrest Cliffs dead man's party

Her mate soon appeared. Meerkat waved her tail, then stopped and gave him a slightly sheepish look. This was not the time to fan her scent everywhere and distract themselves. Gently, she nudged his cheek, then turned and trotted toward the sound of her friend’s call.

Sialuk! she shouted the same instant Sialuk said her own name. Laughing, Meerkat could only say, Same! She glanced over at Njord and added, Yes, this is my ugi, Njord. Njord, this is Sialuk, my former pack mate and dear friend.

Distance and time hadn’t changed that, she felt. Hoping the fact that she was in the middle of estrus wasn’t too awkward among women, she reached forward to brush her muzzle against Sialuk’s, before stepping back and taking a seat. Maybe that would help dissipate the scent some.

How are you? What have you been up to since we last spoke? Meerkat asked, already guessing, though she waited for Sialuk to confirm.