Bitterroot Valley you played your games

now she shifts and lifts her head fully, ears angling toward the girl with quiet interest. she rises slowly with a long unfurling of muscled limbs, snow dusting itself from the long backside of her pale coat.
silver eyes sweep over the pelt, over the faint ragged bits clinging where the membrane refuses to surrender, and she hums low in her chest. you work well.
high praise from someone such as ravah.
ravah is taller than she’d looked when prone; narrow-shouldered but long, with a rangy elegance, all tendon and utility. such is visible when she moves from the rocky outcrop, down the side to approach the winding river alongside angel.
is this another gift for sega?