Ankyra Sound thunderbird

Someone came running toward her from a different direction than expected, prompting her to get back on her feet. Even in the darkness, Meerkat could make out that familiar red tail if she squinted. His voice confirmed his identity as he called out someone's name. Mireille? Who's Mireille? she wondered, the question accompanied by a jab of annoyance that made absolutely no sense.

Her emotions rarely did these days. In any case, she didn't have long to dwell on it before Njord crashed into her. It was a gentle impact, but it was enough to cause Meerkat to stumble a bit. She managed to remain on all fours, with Njord's head draped over the slope of her neck and shoulders and his chest pressing into her flank with surprising heat. She could feel the thrum of his heartbeat.

She felt herself flushing with pleasure at finding a sturdy man pressed into her, which made Meerkat's cheeks heat. Despite her embarrassment at her own reaction, she couldn't bring herself to pull away. He was warm and he smelled nice. She felt secure in Njord's embrace, however accidental. Despite propriety telling her she should sidestep to give them each room, she instead found herself nuzzling toward him.

"It's pronounced Meerkat," she quipped weakly, directly into his ear.