woman on fire

Bazi -- as if holding an innate sense f how many puppies they would have, seemed content to settle on their current names, and as she murmured a closure to the conversation, Scimitar went along with her wishes.. after all, he would be far more than content if they managed four puppies -- but somehow, the darkness that had plagued them during their days at Swiftcurrent Creek picked at him.. and he wondered if they would be lucky to even have one.

Laying his own muzzle back down, feeling the rise and fall of Bazi's hushed breathing as she slept against him, the cinnamon male forced his own eyes shut, hoping sleep would overtake him.. but it would be a restless one, and his dreams would be haunted by disappointment.