Dragoncrest Cliffs and if she does not love you

again, the laugh. it was true, and that was why she and rosalyn had fashioned their love without the input of men. thus far no one had taken offense to their yearly arrangements, but she braced herself for that day. it might well still arrive, and she was prepared with barbed, bemused words.
"as long as they have us," she sighed, and leant for a moment against her pirate.
it was a good life they had made, had dragged out of a bear's gnashing teeth, from seawater, from pine forests. everything and closure for the war that had marked rusalka all its days.
"come back wid me," the harlot urged, running her muzzle along the edge of her wife's throat and pausing to nip along an earlobe. "i be hungry."
and nothing in their caches would suffice.