Stavanger Bay Stranger Things

poo post is poo

Furiosa— a jagged shard clipped from shores forged cold by ice and stone— melted completely within the dark warmth of her lover's whelping den. Her posture, having been decidedly rigid throughout their speedy jaunt across Blackrock's bay, had eased into a soft sort of sag as she ducked inside and began to peer around the space in inspection. Her dark eyes softened on the edges as the petite mother spoke, and she turned her face to watch her, amused and content in their privacy.

"Of course," she vowed, though her mind had begun to recall her own first pregnancy, and how fiercely she had feared for them, keeping absolutely everyone away from them until the brood had been weaned. She hadn't been so cautious with the litters following, but the desire to keep everyone away at first had remained. Only time would tell how she would become when it was finally her time. "You'll need to get rid of all the sand in here," she told her then. "I know it's soft but it's also infuriating to clean off the pups when they're born. We'll get you a few gulls and pluck them. Feathers will do better."

The haunting jaguar prowled forward suddenly, her ears forward with intent as she sought to passionately envelope the girl just then— a curious set of teeth and tongue seeking to know her better. Know her best.