Totoka River ready for love

He exhales in a contented sigh as Seelie nibbles and grooms through his chest fur, stretching his body out but keeping his foreleg wrapped around her. While the inky Belgian can only see imperfection in her pronunciation, he sees the opposite. It doesn’t matter to him how much she butchers a word, her voice is music to his ears and he nods approvingly as she rehearses his name.

When her preening reaches the hollow of his throat he lets his eyes flutter closed, a satisfied rumble rising in his chest. Ah yes, now he really could lay here all day.

“Aralez,” he repeats for her, carefully enunciating the word to make it easier for her. “They say they are beautiful creatures, revered even by the humans – at Armavir was the first time they appeared to dogs, before they had been Gods only to Man. The way my father told the story, it was Rakesh’s love of his owner that allowed the Aralez to hear his call.”