“Mm. Maybe you ask for my catch,” she teases, tail trailing behind her quick gait like tail feathers off bird in flight. “Your paws- may scare fish in water, yes.”
Citalá, which of the sea, has nothing to fear from the waters.
“Follow,” she beckons, eyes alight with a glimmer. Not too far stood the shores, a beach she had woken upon after Cisin spirited her away, landing in her a world so foreign. She would not dwell on it, and urged her thoughts elsewhere.
“You come from pack? Tribe, clan?”
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