Monsters under your bed

As Théa moved to pull herself out of the stream, a voice calling out to her from behind. The green toned woman turned her head to look over her shoulder, her lower half still submerged in the gurgling water. She was met with the form of a small woman, only a few inches taller than her and cloaked in a pelt of pure ebony, other than the dashes of dark grey along parts of her body. Her eyes were just as striking as Théa’s, though instead of sunspot gold, they were a vibrant teal. She grinned at her asking if there was room for one more, a slight wag of her tail causing ripples in the water. The small Dubois turned, wading back into the surf and, with a push of her paws, she splashed at the other. “Zer is always room for anozer,” she replied, a mirthful look in her eyes.