Ravenshook Cliffs [m]song of growth

Marina joined her, the sweetness of her scent making Tullik’s nostrils twitch. There was no rise of instinct demanding a brawl, nor anything in her seething to be the only one. Instead, it was a little huh, imagine that, before everything was overridden by a wash of  emotion she didn’t have the capacity to parse, nor the want. 

She chuffed, and Tullik released a series of small, quiet yips, a welcome.

Then, from behind them, a chuckle. The mountain woman twisted with a smile ready on her lips. There he was, coming for them with speed. Some part of her told her don’t let him catch you! in a playful manner. Her tail whipped behind her, and she spun to Marina, offering a playful nip to her shoulder, before she was dancing away on light paws, intent on this being a chase. Though, if they did not run, she would circle back around.