Two Rivers Isle they don't rattle windows or write letters in blood.

me while watching this thread unfold 

a spin, and then he was off like a wild lightning strike! her excitement continues its exponential growth as she watches him, and soon she kicks up her heels after the silent shadow. she bounds, but perhaps not with ease with her heavier build. 

but she persists, breath billowing out in a plume from her dark lips. she would come close to him, head low as if she may nip at his own heel, though pulling away at the last second in a gleeful jump, frolicking like the doe she had seen in the slough across the river. 

a merry bark leaves her throat, who was this man who brought her so much joy in such little time?