Hideaway Strath yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen

Abruptly, Lotte wished to set the conversation aside. It rankled — maybe it always would, a little bit — when Hemlock referred to herself as Ceannasach’s woman; but Lotte couldn’t deny the appeal of the healer’s request. It would be good to vent some of her frustrations in physical activity. She bounded to her paws almost immediately, stretching out each limb with languid ease. “Yes,” she agreed with heartfelt enthusiasm, yawning widely until the cartilage of her jaws popped deliciously. “You lead the way,” she suggested with a toothy grin, nudging teasingly at one fire-feathered hip.