Ravenshook Cliffs [m]song of growth

Tullik’s bawdy laughter rang across the sea stone, blood full of fire. She shared a look with Marina, tongue half out of her mouth in sheer joy. She twisted with the ease of someone used to hole pocked rocks, even without the thick skin of her pawpads. The salt wore away the calluses, grew them in different places.

Her tail wagged, and she made to dart in front of Marina, a pale streak of sandy tones. Then, slamming on the breaks, letting them both stream by her, laughing merrily all the way.