The Ease of Breathing
One
Kellin runs his fingers on the fur of her neck, tugging lightly. Kelila lets out a low rumble, pushes into his touch, flexes her claws into the grass.
Kellin trains his eyes across the lake. He waits for the sound of footsteps to pierce the silence. He waits for movement across the shore.
Kelila's shoulders tense, and she lowers herself. Her growl becomes more threatening, but still low in pitch.
She can sense them.
Kellin tugs on her fur one last time, and then readies himself. He stands on the balls of his feet, counts to three, then, in a raspy voice, whispers, "Attack."
Kellin trains his eyes across the lake. He waits for the sound of footsteps to pierce the silence. He waits for movement across the shore.
Kelila's shoulders tense, and she lowers herself. Her growl becomes more threatening, but still low in pitch.
She can sense them.
Kellin tugs on her fur one last time, and then readies himself. He stands on the balls of his feet, counts to three, then, in a raspy voice, whispers, "Attack."