Porcupine Ridge Stupendous, spectacular, AMAZING!

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Unlike the sweet Anwyl, Jhala didn't have an ounce of romance in her hardened bones. She had picked up a rock, a very pretty one mind you, to bring to Anwyl. It was quartz, white and smoky just like he was. She thought it was fitting, but was unsure of how he would feel when receiving a rock... she traveled to him anyway, not forgetting her promise. Upon seeing the bright flowers, she felt heat rise to every inch of her body, her tail wagging furiously. In her jaws she held a rock, and that was all.