Big Salmon Lake [PHE] wyrmwood

water brushed past her as if it were a gentle kiss, her steps halted just before she reached the babe. beads pooled from strands of fur as she adjusted herself to reach a paw forward and attempt to brush past the girl's ear, as if she were tucking a strand of hair behind it. 

home. "why do you not leave then?" a question with a suspected answer. but she wished to learn for herself why this girl seemingly tortured herself with such a festive gathering. she sought to sink her claws in knowledge but disguise them as tender brush strokes to warm flesh.