Dawnlark Plains fang and feeling

Moon Runner stood tall and stiff – white like the hard ice and snow atop a river.

The other stranger slunk low. Tempestuous like the frigid river’s dark waters.

They were too sides of the same thing, in this way.

Moon Runner’s tail elevated and waved stiffly yet her expression was open and attuned.

I wish to meet you – but don’t trifle with me, her spirit said.

Moon Runner took a step forward, as if dipping her toes into the cold river’s waters.