Greatwater Lake pink sky, blue heart

a voice calls out through the spring air, and nephele turns to see a watercolored girl close in age come bounding her way. pale fur bristles only slightly, absinthe gaze watchful of the other woman's movements.

there is mention of the lake, and the claiming of it. confused, eyes narrow as she considers the possibility of their claim on yellowstone being challenged. "no, not the lake."

had she missed the signs of established land? a wiggle of her nose picks up no indication of anyone living along the water's edge. perhaps the claim of yellowstone had simply drifted downwind. "my husband and i are claiming the plains," a motion to where their territory lay.

the stranger herself wore a familiar scent, though nephele couldn't place where she'd come across it before. "i'm nephele."