Rising Sun Valley takinik ⥉

kuktutux did not have time to speak before wylla was flowing into lovely and graceful motion. she was indeed swift. the moonwoman followed suit. long years of living among stone and forest had hardened her own muscles. but the rivenwood wife was like water. kukutux saw how she rushed over the terrain as if she were a wild stream.

the birds rose in an aggravated wave.

for now the duck ignored them. she kept as close to wylla's flank as she was able, even as the distance between them increased inexorably.

laughing, panting; kukutux eventually slowed and blew out her breath, taking draughts of air. "are you certain you are wolf and not hare?" the duck asked, her eyes bright with the exertion and mirth.