Lion Head Mesa The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming the moon's gonna owe it one

no.
jawahir encircled him and set their chin against his chest for a moment. that is the name you would give anyone. they reached to run their lips along the side of his mouth, skimming there and then away. what is the name you will give me?
kallik. kallik ... what?
they waded into the pools now, allowing the fur of their hips to begin to clutch their body, to highlight the prize that the young wanderer with a single name might later claim.