Duck Lake The sound won't carry

Even Tauris, with apprehension thickly veiled, was charmed by the way the halfling brightened, and she gave nod to answer with a crack of smile that ripples, like the lake, over her face.

Yes, “Yes!” Sister?

…Certainly, there could be no relation between the two girls. One lean and feminine and kissed by sunlight….the other kissed by naught. But, emblematic, of a shared pack, and affection.

“Tauris,” she’d introduce simply, paw to chest, just as Berna had initiated, and allowed herself a small, but friendly tick of tail.