Moonspear In a cloud of green

He offered her a quick peck on the cheek before speaking, his last words causing a smile to touch her muzzle. My mate. He stood, and Althaia gave the side of his muzzle a quick lick. Her mate. She listened attentively when he spoke again, of asking Charon and his mate to leave the borders to swim. She doubted the alpha pair would allow that, but she kept her doubts to herself. At Harley's next words, she slipped out of the den and melted to the ground a short distance away.

She rolled, so that she lay on her back, legs tucked toward her lithe body. This position felt odd, though she did not complain, and looked at Harley curiously. "Like this?"