without a shadow of a doubt

Sohalia

 
Soh knelt to help arrange the shiny stones in the grass, admiring the way they sparkled. Tarak, upset by the sudden shifting of his bonded's weight, hopped down onto the forest floor to bat at one particularly golden rock with a front foot, squawking quietly, his tail lashing excitedly from side to side. "Tarak, stop that," Soh said, swatting halfheartedly at the little griffin, who reluctantly withdrew to the nearby bushes to pout.

"I could try. I might be faster as a tide jaguar, though," Soh said to Melita, humming thoughtfully to herself as she considered. At least in the Oerwoud, the colorful pelt of her jaguar form wouldn't stand out. Her snowy owl shift, on the other hand, might be too easy to spot in the dark canopy. "Or Tarak could help, too. He might be a better hunter than me," she added with a sheepish grin.