The cool water flowed down her throat, it refreshed her instantly and then felt as if a dead weight in her stomach. Mati continued to to lap at the stream, her mind clear and the energy of the run still surging through her veins. The world whilingly slipped away, the only weight that remained was the chilled liquid in her belly.
She retreated upward, air passing through her nose. There was something on the wind, the soft drift touching her wet lips and sending a slight chill through her. Violet eyes looking across the running water and to the other bank. She did not know him, through he wore the scent of all of them. Still it was only fresh on his pelt, and the Major found that she was more curious about the newcomer then she was talkative.
Fur along the brown wolfess' back prickled, instinct taking control after the long run and the wistful thought process that had left her. Ears stood tall on her head, chin rising as she watched him for the prolonged moment. The Church fey was weary around males, had been since her youth and trust for her was earned. You are? She questioned with a tone was made the spring water seem tepid.
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