// @VULTUREMASK SORRY IT'S SO SHORT I wanted to get it out before I went to bed
Giddily, large paws trot the tunnel beneath the thunderpath and carry with them a well-groomed warrior. Tonight, she meets with her secret mate once more. It's become a manageable secret; no one questions her solo hunts, and especially with night training it's even more normal that she leaves camp so late. No one has suspected a thing, and the guilt of what she's doing has faded. The lies of where she's hunted slip as easily through her teeth as water over rocks. Forestshade reaches the other side, climbing out of the tunnel with her legs dripping creek-water. A gross feeling, but she'll ignore it the best she can. Finally, she arrives in the hollow beneath the four towering oak trees and waits rather impatiently for Vulturemask, scenting the air so she can know when he arrives.
Giddily, large paws trot the tunnel beneath the thunderpath and carry with them a well-groomed warrior. Tonight, she meets with her secret mate once more. It's become a manageable secret; no one questions her solo hunts, and especially with night training it's even more normal that she leaves camp so late. No one has suspected a thing, and the guilt of what she's doing has faded. The lies of where she's hunted slip as easily through her teeth as water over rocks. Forestshade reaches the other side, climbing out of the tunnel with her legs dripping creek-water. A gross feeling, but she'll ignore it the best she can. Finally, she arrives in the hollow beneath the four towering oak trees and waits rather impatiently for Vulturemask, scenting the air so she can know when he arrives.