Stone Circle brother i go to my lair to die

she had adopted many feline mannerisms, and the moonlit beast felt a rare smile tugging at the end of his mouth as the coyote spouted the singular motto that beat in his breast, coursed through his body with his blood. he joined her in languorous grooming, though he had done so post-meal before their arrival to the cave. it was a comforting thing, and presently he shifted about until his spine pressed against one wall of the small enclosure and the four of his paws touched the other, with regipre moved between them, against the plush undercoat that lined his abdomen, rather like a pantheress might lie in satiation with her cub.

"why dost thou say that?" shardul asked in a low rasp, eyes falling to half-mast as he relaxed more fully. "and tell me more about what is it to be a khal. what dost that make thee to me?"