your fingers are a distant sky

"Awesome," the girl breathed, excited energy flowing through her at the thought of meeting someone else who was exploring for the fun of it. There weren't all that many wolves in Abaven - at least to Caelestis' knowledge - that lived to go out on adventures. Prancing closer to ease the conversation, Caelestis beamed at the darker woman, mirroring the friendly tail wags.

Shaking her head vigorously, the yearling would giggle, "No, I've never been this far, but I guess I ought to come this way more. It is amazing!" As energy filled her the young woman would drop into a half bow, then on impulse she would go tearing across the knoll, running as fast as she could and calling over her shoulder, "Race me!" It was a beautiful day, the weather was great, what better time to find oneself flying across the rolling hills for the hell of it. Whether she won or not hardly mattered, it was all fun and games for the spirited young woman.