The Sunspire [m] teal arrow

his stepping-sound continued the notion of familiarity, and eventually muskrat's ears slanted backward to listen. there was no denying that he was a boy, his shoulders just starting to fill out.

he could not slake the thirst of her flesh, but muskrat was tempted to let him try.

goat's oily scent signaled her to a stop; she brushed at the grass with her muzzle and then glanced back at the stranger.

a growl told him to stay back, but her eyes were interested to see if he pressed.