Sun Mote Copse azure & ash

At each word that spilled from her maw, Giana expected Eshamun to run her out, or to scold her for what she'd done, anything. But there were many times that Gia saw the twist of her leaders own heart for the Angelo; not once did she hesitate in her tale, or regret telling the Ekar-Aji the truth. The firey red woman was dear to her heart like no other -- so dear, it seemed, that as soon as she was done uttering her support, the rust-faced woman leaned foward and planted a soft kiss on the cheek of her leader with a lingering passion that suggested a little more than just gratitude. 

                            "Maybe Molech brought me to you, Eshamun." 

Her words were gentle in a way she'd never even shown Giancarlo, trembling but not at all doubtful. The ivory woman lingered close, should Eshamun allow, sides brushing and her muzzle reaching to rub softly at the firey leaders shoulder.