Totoka River Con altura

Those memories were full of tough, elegant women, treading the waters of life as though they owned this world, and they did. Even males bowed to their presence, fearing them, admiring their prowess. Julep sadly did not have enough time with these women to really understand what drove their beliefs and what moved them, but she was old enough to catch and adopt their outlook on life as fierce females in control of their own lives.

However, physically Julep was still at the mercy of biology. She would know what this was like when the golden-faced male appeared in the distance, the pale moon lighting up his silver shades. Julep rose from her post, tilting her snout upwards to sniff the air hoping to identify the stranger, but all she could smell was her own stench. She grew restless as she saw no signs of him slowing down or turning elsewhere. He was coming right at him. That's close enough, lad! she barked when the distance between them started to become uncomfortable, but she didn't really know what she was expecting to happen.