Wild Berry Meadow Racing empty boulevards (there I go)

Much had happened with Zharille. Ranva knew this by the many scents the woman carried. She had been busy. But all was well, she also knew. 

There was further affection shared, and even a small mark to solidify their reunion. The pale woman would not be leaving anytime soon. Both knew this.

When all was done, Ranva offered a small push to the other's shoulder; a desire to see more of this place. Show me, sister. Let me see where you walk, and where I will walk with you.