Shimmering Sands days turn, faster than a minute

he acted in turn, and she moved suddenly to press against him, desperate for touch and for comfort. she gave a soft sound, and something bade her nip and worry his fur. something like agitation grew too in her chest, and she increased the speed of her actions, feeling something that somewhat mirrored (and yet did not come close to being) what she felt with Murdock, and glad for it. she could almost twist Engel's scent so that it was familiar and reassuring, and could squash with ease the misgivings and wrongness.