Big Salmon Lake Why are you hanging on so tight

periane rose, her limbs unfolding with gentle ease. she nudged the pelt forward with her muzzle, the gesture quiet and certain, her smile soft.
it was a pleasure, tiuttuk, she said simply.
then, with a final dip of her head, she turned. no need for ceremony. her shape slipped away into the light, quiet as prayer—leaving behind only the gift, and the warmth of something unspoken.

exit periane: thank you for the thread!!