Moonstone Quarry God looks on in abject apathy [m]

She had done her job. He had done his.

If it was all allowed by her fellow shadow, she would tend to him carefully that day. Groom his fur thoroughly even if it seemed in fine, healthy condition. Perhaps wander only for a meal to bring right back to him. She wished to give him what it felt as though he had given her.

A whole new world.

A very special moment, time and place tucked away from the rest of the land's prying eyes.

She would dote. Give, give and give until he denied. She expected nothing more in return for he had already done so much.