Alpine Lake crystalline

When her eyes met his, Ar-Khalba knew that he loved her. This woman, his queen, held a place in his heart that had room for no other. While his fondness for Asherah was evident, it paled in comparison to the woman who had carried his young to term, only to offer them back to God. Ar-Khalba knew the necessity of this, yet he hoped someday that he would give her a surviving litter and that she would be the mother of his children.

While she was near, raking her teeth through the fur of his neck, Ar-Khalba celebrated her closeness. He could hear the desire hidden in the rumble of her chest, and it was mirrored in Ar-Khalba's own silent wanting. The Kurvat rose to his feet and returned the Ekar-aji's affections. Allowing his eyes to shut, Ar-Khalba trailed his muzzle across the curves of his lover's body, leaving nothing to the imagination.

She would he his, and he, hers in due time.