Swiftcurrent Creek Debut

She pricks her way into the claimed land with gingerly steps, tail folding timidly to her belly and holding fast to Reverie’s side. She is relieved when they come upon the den and she can tuck herself out of view. She heads in behind Reverie and blinks to adjust to the filtered light. The shallow space here smells of newly whelped pup and food.

Reverie slides a hare towards her and Tauris bites back her enthusiasm to first say, “Thank you.” She takes a modest bite but her manners don’t last long. Soon she’s got her claws wrapped around the titillating kill, cracking bones with her back jaws to get to the sweet marrow inside, slurping and smacking her lips in pure ecstasy like this is her last meal on earth.

Reverie sits in quiet contemplation as Tauris feasts, and when she does speak Tauris’ ears flick up in attendance. She dabs at the blood on her maw with a tongue.

“This hare tastes like magic,” She barks between chews. Then in a voice more thoughtful, “I dunno, Rev. Do I think wolves can fly? No.”

“But, I think, maybe, there can sometimes be magic in the ordinary. If you care to see it.” She ran a lip across her teeth and fixed Reverie with a look of intrigue.