Sun Mote Copse Fitter, Happier, More Productive

arunik'ra noticed the slight amount of space the male offered her. their closeness left her as content as the fox had; with a push of her limb the red priestess proffered the remains to ar-khalba. she had never possessed much of an appetite for flesh; at least, not of the consumable variety. she lifted her muzzle, sampling the gentle breeze that played through the copse. "a fine night as any, as molech would see it." arunik'ra commented, savoring the soft balminess of the air about them.