Razorback Ridge salt bundle

muskrat padded forward on slow feet, closing the distance between them until she was watching the royal one with many things standing there in her eyes. "because here you belong."

shark's-teeth glittering; she kissed the top of one pale foreleg, moving upward until her chin was tilted to see the tactician auraed in darkness. "ñuqawan kuska."

a light laugh; muskrat sprang backward, inviting the pale warrior through the tilted trees of the sharp mountain for a run she felt they both needed.