Bearclaw Valley make the water rise

she'd spent the morning with @Anatolia tracking and hunting down a pair of weasels. they'd managed to catch one out of the two, to which nephele let her daughter claim the spoils. she placed a kiss atop the girl's head before splitting off from her, her path aiming her toward the meadow.

a shift in the wind altered her course, the scent of cole sweeping over her and carrying her toes toward where she last spent time in his company.

the distant, peaceful sway of the willow branches beckoned her closer, and she answered with soft unyielding steps. it was only when she drew near enough did her pace slow, some hesitance found out of fear that she might overstep in a moment of stillness.

stillness she would not break unless commanded to.