Boartusk Heights And if you were my little girl

disappointed, but not truly. teya drew her lusts back to herself and her tongue to a demure swipe of her lips. she caught his meaning of course, and considered that kynareth was not someone who would wait for what he wanted, no bathing of the boar-blood from his brindled coat.
"all right," she agreed with a toothy little leer, before she shook out her ruff, swayed her tail with a true pleasure, to remain near the man.
for now, they would feast.
teya did not wait another moment; her jaws gleamed ivory and she was upon the dead beast with a growl most rare for her own throat.