Totoka River krebs cycle

A soft, hiccupping whine clawed its way free of the little Groenendael’s useless throat, scrabbling for purchase on a tripping tongue that had lost its desire for sweet berries. Nosing through the enchanting tangle of fur at Starbuck’s nape, the newly named Lucienne preened and nibbled with a desire to please that bordered on feverishness. Seelie’s was not a wild heart — not at its core — and despite her fear of cages, she longed to be tamed and kept safe. For a long, blissful moment, she lingered with her pert chin resting delicately betwixt Starbuck’s shoulder blades, keen incisors and tender tongue rhythmically grooming. For long moments they remained together, and when the day came to a close, Coelacanth went alone to her den.