Moonspear New growth begins

Sometimes, Tiuttuk fantasized about removing the parts she didn’t like. That would just leave her with the ones she did and she might truly feel like a woman. But how could she possibly accomplish that? She couldn’t mutilate herself. Perhaps I could get Sixsix to pluck them off? Pie thought with a snort as she trundled down the mountainside.

She reached the foot of the mountain and looked both ways before crossing into Firefly Glen. Pie only felt a little trepidation as she left Moonspear, which she quieted by focusing on taking deep breaths. Soon she was wandering the snowy glade without qualms, save for her lingering preoccupation with her own duality.

The scent of a stranger threaded into her nose, distracting her from her thoughts. She pursued it slowly through the trees, yellow eyes peeled for any sign of a wolfish face. Yet no matter how thoroughly she combed the trees, she never saw anyone. She eventually gave up with a shrug.

And then the sun began to set, which meant it was time to turn toward home. As Treepie approached the mountain, she recognized the pale figure standing near its foot. Zyraena looked a little perkier than the last time she’d seen her. The youngster waved her tail and woofed.

Zyraena, she greeted the woman by name as she drew closer, are you feeling better?