Lion Head Mesa aguila

Into the frigid bath waters, Kasmut gasped softly at the touch of winter that soaked into her coat and drew her flesh into bumps. Once she had settled into it, she turned to regard the young girl.

Belen wished to know if she could have what she wanted. To this, Kasmut chuckled softly. Her head shook, but there was a knowing glint in her gaze. When she began to clean the dirt from the girl’s fur and clear some of the tangles in her pelt, Kasmut found that Belen was not far from being beautiful.

If you are good enough, you will never want for anything ever again.

Kasmut shivered but her smile did not fade from her lips.