Otatso Wetlands Let me think about it

Sorry it took so long! Real life obligations have kept me sort of sparse.  Last post for me before we archive! I'd love another, if you want!

      Lavakho pulled away from the fawn after having his fill to lay down beside Zhavvi.  All was right with his world.  With a full stomach and the girl he was so fond of nestled beside him, not even Rakharo seeing them together could ruin his day, (although it would come quite close, but at least he'd die happy).   A wide, dopey grin spread across his muzzle as he stretched out under the sun.

     The warrior turned to Zhavvi as she playfully nipped his ear; dirty, dirty girl.  It looked as if she wanted round two and Lavakho was always down to oblige.  They were miles away from the prying eyes of the rest of the Khalas, so the warrior decided he would be safe to pursue without issue.  "Si siofmea wux ornla nurti tor," he said in a low growl, giving Zhavvi an affectionate nudge with his muzzle.  "Origato ve show wux."  Grasping at the scruff of her neck with his muzzle, Lavakho practically rolled himself on top of the laying female before giving her a kerfuffeling that she wouldn't soon forget.