Otatso Wetlands [m] dans cho

to the right, a swerving; a rush of snow sidelong, a flurry of flakes to follow.
the man persisted, his agility a new delight to mireille.
and to the left; this time she curved hard, banked harder;
her tongue was lolling with the effort, with the anticipation of it; the obsidian put on a great speed and set herself to outpacing the man now, throwing a reckless look along her shoulder as she admired the sheen of his pelt and the strength of his gait.