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Much of the terrain was the same. It was sprawling earth lined with moss, fern, and scattered bark; clusters of pine needle mixed with the dry, discarded pods of seeds scattered among the exposed stone of the plateau. Sakhmet led him along until there came a more pronounced stone stairway which bordered a softly moving creek. This went on for some distance but as it dropped off one ledge, it pooled in another, then wound again to continue down the hillside and among a cluster of old growth.

Here was where she paused. Kigipigak took in the sight and smell of it. When she moved to enter the water she cast a look over her shoulder at him that was oddly demure; she looked curious to him, and as their eyes locked Kigipigak felt a stirring of some errant energy in his chest. The same warmth as when she found him, then visited him, then stole him away from Moonglow — only more concentrated.

Silently he moved to follow her. He wasn't silent out of choice but wonderment, lured towards her by that look in her eye. The water was cold but not unpleasant; the heat wave affecting much of the valley was not so pronounced here, although something certainly burned between the two of them.