Sun Mote Copse lavender

she felt the tension within the other woman, but did not draw away, wishing to lend her strength and affection unto honey during this difficult time. the ekar-aji shook her head, a wan smile touching her lips. "you need not apologize, honey," eshamun murmured.

the girl had nothing for which to be sorry -- such was the lot of a gravid wolfess. in time the sickness would pass, but for now honey needed tender care and attention.