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Overflowing

Knowing that somewhere in the forest Scouter and Tyleet were together making a cub, Dewshine felt like a bubbling brook.  Joy overflowed in her, joy for Scouter, for Tyleet, and also for herself.  She couldn’t help but dance like a sunbeam and sing like a trilling woodlark. 

The love between Dewshine and Scouter ran deep.   They had belonged to each other since they were striplings.  They knew each other as they knew themselves and now, suddenly, Tyleet was a part of them.

Gentle, willful Tyleet. 

Dewshine could see her dear friends Redlance and Nightfall in Tyleet, but she was also uniquely herself.  Like no other Elf before her, with her tender and potentially dangerous affinity for humans. 

Dewshine hugged herself, laughing in anticipation.  She felt as if she was once again a maiden feeling the first stirrings of love and that all the world was fresh as spring, blossoming with possibilities. 

She couldn’t wait for them to return so the three of them might begin their life together.