Golden Glade kinpaku

ah; the vermin-scent comes from him, then.
she does not want to think about his dealings with such lowly creatures; yet, like with kynareth's imagined breath on her nape, satsu cannot stop the imagery that surfaces with the knowledge.
i am an excellent tutor— the audacity of this man --!
i dance alone. i need no such teaching. she quips before she can stop herself.
already the mingling of animal scent and the sweet maple has etched itself to her memory. in crossing any coyote now, she will be forced to think of him—of them—and their lewd acts together.
a game well played by pharaoh.