Sun Mote Copse azure & ash

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giana seemed to stretch and thrive beneath her voice, and eshamun was still, welcoming, as the rust-marked wolfess moved to touch and to kiss her. while this was a new thing even for the canaanite, she held fast to her calm and extended her muzzle to trace the other's withers. giana was a lovely thing, made desirous moreso by the gentle scent of her pregnancy and the innocence with which she reached to her leader.
eshamun gently nipped the edge of giana's ear and pulled away to meet the other's eyes. "has molech directed you to this as well?" she murmured with a soft chuckle.[/tr][/td][/table]