Bearclaw Valley her perfume crucified me with memories

a glance sideways tapered off the kid's howling; his whiplike tail began to flog about his hips at the sight of his russet mother. here was the sum of his world; his father was recognized but in indra's presence went largely unnoticed. "mahm," merrick crooned, butting her affectionately along the line of one foreleg.
presently, the boy turned toward the denmouth, peering up into indra's face before turning his round muzzle toward the spill of light. "we go ohmtside?" he garbled gravely toward her; merrick expected only one answer.