Mount Apikuni rooting

together they rolled through fallen leaves and the soft litter of a thousand dead ones; debris tried to snap at each of their pelts, and she found herself atop the eagle when they thumped down a gentle rise. her grin was bright as she plucked oak bits and pine needles from the other's fur. "i find a place to be warrior again. you come with me." not a question, despite the fact muskrat was aware she could not command this one.

and neither did she wish to be parted.