Mudminnow River where alph, the sacred river ran

tashkent's eyes widen, her lips rounding in a silent 'o.' my, you are persistent, the girl giggles, smiling broadly. a woman of my own heart. i mean it when i say that i am looking for friendship, treason. there is an infinitesimal stress on the name that she doubts the warrioress will miss. but if you do not trust me enough for that, i shall have to settle for your acquaintance, instead.

she casts a glance toward the horizon, growing bored with this circular conversation. i must make my way back to my family, now, tasha says, looking rueful. i wish you and your pack good health. lost creek hollow. i will pay a visit, sometime.

should the woman deign to stop her, she will stop, but until that moment of truth, she begins to sashay away, swinging her tail to and fro, giving treason one more peek back over her shoulder. goodbye, bagadur, she calls softly.