BLEH! Sorry again for the wait. Short posts XD
With his own transformation complete, Pripyat Soul noted a small transformation in Tawny. It was not her shape, as it had been for him, but something internal as she seemed to relax with his new form. That he could ease her discomfort so easily pleased him, for although the boy often seemed cool and aloof he was undeniably sensitive to the moods of others. When she responded to his play bow, Pripyat couldn’t help but break into a grin. The nudge on his should was the last sensation he felt before he broke loose.
Four feet began to pound after her, and it did not even occur to the boy that he was acting a child—with someone not Arye. That he felt comfortable enough to let himself go was peculiar, as never on Phoenix Valley had he felt so at ease in the last months. Only Arye had ever taken the edge off of his moods, but now he sprinted after the girl he hardly knew, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. Perhaps letting go of past troubles would be easier in Ichika than he had originally thought.
It did not take long for the boy to come up to the girl, his longer legs were more than capable of matching her speed. As he came shoulder to shoulder with her he let out a low “woof”, nipped at her ear and turned sharply in the other direction. He had tagged her and now he turned up the shoreline, leading the pair in a new direction.
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