Redtail Rise ooh girl, wouldn't that feel nice?

it took several seconds for the instinctual alarm to fade. once the chill rippled through her, it was displaced by something else: a quiet knowing.

you be de rise boy. sobeille dislodged another stone, cupping it between her paw. an intrusive thought wound itself around her then, forbidden only by the sudden, glaring image of chani.

had one of the stones hit him already? she could not recall if his manner had been so detached before. perhaps chani was the fuse in such interactions - an agent bringing inactive solvents to life.

chani promised she would like this boy, but as she cupped the stone in her paw sobeille could not find warmth in her heart.

use, maybe -- but not warmth. where treow be?