Lion Head Mesa Lachtára

Just as before, it was as though his wishes could conjure her. The man’s icy gaze fixed on her figure, tucked in the shadows of the orchard. There was no one else around, only Tamar hidden away in the gloom of the stormlight.

Arsenio approached swiftly. He could feel his heart thrumming in his chest. It urged him forward, whispering to him in the form of memories. The fragrance of herbs and leaves, her breathlessness against him, and he could not help but to feel his stomach lurch in delight as he neared where she was.

Tamar, the redstone wolf whispered to her, drawing so near that he could press his muzzle to her throat.