Larksong Grotto XL

Chacal sprang and flitted, as a little bird might flutter from branch to branch to skim the shadows and avoid being seen by the wheeling hawk above. But she did not fear the man who pursued her- she glanced over her shoulder, and veered away from him with nothing less than a joyful laugh, occasionally whirling on her toes to randomly choose another direction to bound off in. 

She felt a glowing in her chest, to know she could stiil bound and romp and play with someone who was not her own- someone who had boundaries that should keep her from putting her heart out on her sleeve. Augur was safe, she felt- and a worthy investment in friendship.