woman on fire

Bazi giggled again - she was in that sort of mood. "All of them? Then how will anyone know they're yours? I'll be accused of all sorts of things," she joked, burying the tip of his nose in the downy fur where his leg met the rest of his body. Parts of his coat were as white as hers, and she wondered if there was an Arctic wolf somewhere in his family tree. Hers were from the same Northern stock for as long as lore remembered. "What if there's more than three? Have you got any more names?"