woman on fire

Bazi rung off a few more names -- none that Scimitar held any argument against. Instead, he released his approval with a low, crooning growl, shifting his weight so his muzzle could extend further to brush gently against the top of her head. "I hope they all look like you," he quietly determined then, sweeping his eyes away from his mate and to the surrounding lands. Nova Peak had proven to be quiet -- and Scimitar found the change easy enough to adjust to. He could already envision their puppies playing on the gentle slopes of their mountain.. the filtered light of the sun dancing upon their bright ivory fur they would inherit from their mother as they romped through the northwoods.

This was what the family had needed.