make a mark, plant a flag

It didn’t take long for Ty to find his paws again, and Keetie kept her own steps slow and careful. Jokes aside, an ice bath would probably be a death sentence for them. Getting back onto the slippery bridge would be impossibly hard, and they were a long way from shore. Not to mention how cold she would get if every part of her was wet.

She was not, however, one to dwell. Perhaps that was why she landed in mischief so easily. She wiggled her hips at Ty as she looked over at him. “I’m going to hold you to that, cowboy.” she found herself peering carefully ahead, looking to see what had been chasing the deer. Where the bridge was going, and so on. She really wanted to get her chance to take Ty away somewhere nice and warm and comfy.

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