Stone Circle brother i go to my lair to die

he shifted, turning his attention from the skyline to the coyote pup at his side. perhaps 'pup' no longer accurately described the cunning tabaqui child; she had grown strong, her form given its height and a new breadth. and she had served him faithfully, dutifully -- he had not expected the level of servitude she proffered. regipre had not attempted to escape shardul at any moment of their time together -- he wondered if this was due to some innate sense of automatic loyalty, or if it was of her own accord.

"khal. i do not know this word," shardul rumbled deep in the recesses of his grey throat, before lowering the broad square muzzle to extend the salmon tongue and rasp it along his foreleg in a slow grooming motion.