Dawnlark Plains kwana-ci

coväh grinned, wide and shameless, that rogueish, boyish glint flashing in his golden eyes as he rocked back on his heels. you hear that? he mused, tilting his head, voice warm with amusement. important. you’re stuck with me now, ayovi.
her laughter was a balm against the cold, the press of her nose against his fur drawing something unspoken from the depths of him. home. familiarity. the wild tangle of their shared past, the creek where they had raced under the sun, the dreams whispered into the wind.
ah, they’ll love me. he puffed his chest out with mock bravado, though his tail flicked with something softer, something genuine. what’s not to love?
but then her voice lowered, rich with something real, something that made his smirk falter just slightly. i want you in my life, coväh.
for all his wit, for all his silver-tongued charm, he had no quip for that.
so he did what he did best.
he winked. oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. you won’t get rid of me that easy.
and with that, he turned, bounding a few steps away, before tossing her one last rakish grin over his shoulder.
i’ll be back!
and then he was off, the wind rushing past him, carrying his laughter into the sky.