Lion Head Mesa Anhur

The pale flower looked to him with her cheeks burning hot. A sweet smile found its way to her lips.

Kasmut loved that he admired her so. She would have had him gazing upon her body for the rest of eternity, if she could have helped it. Sakai, Ramesses, she wanted them all. It was this notion that caused her to lean toward the gentle wolf. She reached up with her snout and brushed a kiss to his cheek. Kasmut lingered for only a moment – just long enough to catch his eye – before she pulled her muzzle back and returned her sights on the scenery.

You are awfully charming, Sakai, she whispered coyly to him.