Cedar Sweep like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings

It was as if an uneasy truce is called between them, and Solveig strode forward so she might too cool herself in the waters without showing any sign she might edge a hair too close to the other woman. She had fished alongside herons, once- and she felt this woman shared the same, hawkish look to her eyes. Watchful, and yet reasonably willing to allow peace to exist in spite of how easy it was to collapse into calamity. 

Solveig drank from the water, after wading up to her ankles. When she lifted her head, she knew that their chance meeting could have ended there. She could walk away, and leave the lean woman in peace, in the shade. 

A breeze ruffled her fur- she lifted her nose to smell the scent of sweetgrass, and exhaled softly, pleasantly. 

”This place has a good smell,” She said softly. She licked the moisture from her lips and glanced toward the other woman, an unusual warmth to her gaze. ”Is this where you live?” She asked, her tone approving should she confirm