Totoka River It’s Not Much, But It’s Honest Work

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What an odd coincidence, that her tutor had been the owner of the bleeding woods all along! Eleuthera couldn’t help but smile and chuckle as she gave her fishy paws a feline-esque once over with her tongue. She had made quick work of her portion; as did he, she noticed, when he got up and gave a long stretch, as very catlike in his mannerisms.

Her gaze lingered heavy-handedly for a moment too long — how could it not? — but their interaction came to a close the same way it had started: abruptly, and with little prelude. Seemingly finished, he began to retreat back towards his shadowed forest. He gave a veiled invitation, perhaps to encourage her to follow him, but Eleuthera had been around the block a few times and was far too smart to follow a strange man home. She would visit one day to see those prolific and storied timbers, but not today.

With a chuff and a low rumble of gratitude, Eleuthera rose to all four lilac-pointed paw, gave her now-dry monochromatic pelt a shake, and lept away to enter the next scene of her story. 

I’ll let you either close up or archive! thank you for the thread :)