Duck Lake karma is the thunder

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and Eshe's ears dropped because of the noise. "Not too far from here," Akavir answered. Eshe nodded in response, and her ears stood again. She hurried her feet to meet his pace.

They fell into a comfortable silence, and she smiled, thinking of her luck to have crossed paths with somebody so generous. She was pulled from her introspection when she felt his shoulder brush against hers. Eshe turned to Akavir and looked as her cheeks flushed with heat, her brain buffering as she smiled shyly; sparks flew within her, causing her heart to race and her stomach to turn. She knew he needed to mix his scent with hers, but she wanted the motivation behind it to be more than just business.

She'd felt this way when she'd met Figment all those years ago; it was a spark that had ignited quickly within her heart, mind, and body. She knew it was juvenile to feel this way, but she couldn't help herself—especially as she traced the scar across his muzzle and touched her shoulder against his. As much as she wanted to rationalize her feelings, she knew she couldn't.

Infatuation was sudden and dangerous, but she was willing to embrace it. Resisting it would only make it stronger.