I trot easily through the Green Labyrinth with Anka dashing about around me. Our movements around each other have come to be so in sync that I no longer worry about stepping on her and she no longer chatters angrily whenever I nearly do. Neither of us consider the thought of getting lost. The otter and I are too wrapped up in one another and in enjoying a day away from herd life. And if we were to get lost, I could fly from the Labyrinth.
Anka still does not particularly love the Dragon's Throat and she certainly does not care for those who live there after the stallion, who I have found to be called Einarr, 'greeted' us. Now that I am aware of his ranking I am still slightly embarrassed and certainly thankful that I did not choose to kick him as the thought had crossed my mind. We have certainly avoided the warrioresque groups. Anka is certain that they are all bullies; not just the warriors, but the entire herd. So I am easing her into the herd life and we often have outings like this one.
Tired of running about Anka begins a new game. On an imagined stage created by a ring of bamboo she and I dance dramatically to the sound of my music from my collar. In turn we each bow to one another; my bonded stands on her back paws and stands tall before bending her body and I flourishingly spread a wing while dipping my head. We then stately dance around one another in a respectable dance while giggling like a pair of young girls.
@Kvothe
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Just ask before doing any actions that may cause a great deal of damage first.
I am also okay with being tagged.