Blacktail Deer Plateau I don't dance

she had not offended him; he told her of his affection with a quick clip of his teeth gently upon her nape. the little family romped and laughed with one another, until a low incline bespoke the beginning of another potential space, and lasher slid down the slope with a merry chuckle.

tucked into the curve of the decline was a deep hole, bordered by stones and bounded by flowers. "how about this?" he asked softly, plume waving with anticipation above his hips.