Lion Head Mesa gesuto o omukae

Nephele blew a bubble. Then another, just for fun, because she’d never had the time to just do this before. She deliberately didn’t catch her own eye in her reflection, rearing her head back out of the water to shake her face fur so it wasn’t dripping. Sufficiently damp, she gathered her limbs, turned to shore, and stopped.

A young woman sat there, pretty and colorful in ways Nephele was not. Wow she really was just a monochrome sketch next to these others among this pack, huh? Slowly, she offered a little awkward smile and a friendly wave of her tail.

Eheh, you didn’t see her blowing bubbles, she was a big bad protector okay, not bubble boy.