Tarrete was a woman I knew very little about, except that P'nyssa had dated her for a real short time, and that she tended to be short-fused.Tarrete was a woman I knew very little about, except that P'nyssa had dated her for a real short time, and that she tended to be short-fused. She was, however, very pretty, with very big eyes set a little farther apart than average, and large ears for a Felinzi. Her muzzle was short. Most attractive, however, was her build, because she very deliberately muscular. We walked, she behind me, back towards the treeline, when finally the clouds broke. I reached into my backpack and pulled out my floppy hat; she had no such accoutrement and merely grumbled louder. We walked on, but her grumbling was getting on my nerves. In the torrential rain vision was obscured and the ground became muddy. It was a very warm rain, humid and cloying, and she could not have been enjoying it all against her fur. We reached the base of the mountain ridge and began the long, slow trek up it, along the path I'd taken earlier. |