Fox's Glade have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets

her lips raise as sif's warm tongue first touches her wounds but she dare not make a sound lest she scare the other woman off.

ever since the incident she'd never had someone who'd been so kind to her — even wardruna — to share such intimacy that she nearly wanted to wretch in happiness-terror.  it would be just her luck for this to be ruined somehow, for something to happen

but it didn't.  sif's tail gently brushed the ground and she stared at it, mesmerised, as she paid attention to the warmth on her forelimbs and the gentle swish-swish of sif's tail instead of the thoughts that dare take this kindness from her.

once sif had finished, she leaned into the woman's head as she nuzzled close and rested her own down between them on the ground.  thank'y.

rolling over onto her side, she decided to use her newfound voice a little more. where.. wher'you from?