Honeyed Pasture if teardrops could be bottled,

"thrust," repeated dalia in a gentle mumble, taking one, big breathe. "i'll work on my thrust," she added with a few beats of her tail, not currently aware that the word had multiple connotations-- she knew it, it just wasn't the first thing she paired with it. granted, sex wasn't the first thing dalia paired with anything.

when saucy rolled onto her stomach, dalia followed, her ears pressing forwards. "drageda," she told her friend, a sad, soft sort of smile on her face, "it's north of here, on the coast. a really lovely place." i miss it, she wanted to add, but didn't. because she liked it here too, she liked all the wolves she'd met, she wouldn't go back now.