Moonspear hind's feet in high places

Pie chewed at the inside of her cheek as she plodded around the borders, contributing her scent to its markers. Patrolling was often such a boring business, so her mind naturally wandered. She thought about her recent conversation with Kira, feeling little prickles going down her spine when she recalled the other woman’s reluctance to touch her. By now, she had drawn several unfavorable conclusions about this.

Kindle’s call pierced right through the black cloud gathering within her, like a warm ray of sunlight. Tiuttuk tilted her head, debating whether she should complete her circuit or postpone the remainder until later. She shrugged, deciding she was neither leader nor mercenary, then swiveled and ran up the mount.

She arrived at the rendezvous site, out of breath from her hasty climb, her muscles ticking like a cooling engine as her yellow eyes found Kindle. She grinned at him, the expression dimming only somewhat as her gaze wandered to the only other attendee thus far, a swarthy woman who must be Europia.

Greetings, she offered breathlessly.

Treepie paused for a moment, appearing to ponder something. She then slunk to Kindle’s side and greeted him with a little peck on the cheek just beneath one of his golden eyes.

Hello, handsome, she chirped quietly into his ear.