Women are like volcanoes

Kite wasn’t happy with the cold, nor the time of day. Having her blindfold on while travelling sucked. But her cat, recently on the mend from a few bad injuries, had insisted. Why, Kite couldn’t fathom. But she didn’t have the heart to turn her down. Not when she had almost lost her. Which led to Kite making a journey out past The Wall, and towards… and island?

She could hear the change in the world around her. The sound of waves, and seagulls. The scent of salt. “...Lioness?” She said nervously. Surely the cat didn’t mean for her to swim. Swimming when she couldn’t see was terrifying. But sure enough, Lioness led her forward. Out into the water. Where she couldn’t see what was around her, or what brushed against her paws. It was harrowing, and awful, and then at last she felt rock around her. She knocked against it first, then pulled herself up. Lioness jumped off her back, mostly dry and happy as could be. The cat started to trott forward, then paused. Kite paused too, catching the scent of another wolf out there. “Hello?” She called out.


"Kite"