Blackbeak Bluff lluvia

he laid down, crossed his forelegs. he was hungry, yes, but to sate himself, he took in the big and small of her features.

eyes like cracked glass buried among shoreline pebbles; finely shaped and expressive. fur, as he'd seen, stone and sand, but now could appreciate how sparse it was. light jacket to the bulky coats of others. build so delicate, but gently curved. he dreamily wondered if his embrace could fully engulf her.

ears shapely and cute, muzzle narrow and smooth, whiskers pristine, the bits of cream above her eyes giving her crescent moon brows, tail so very--

her little burp bounced his chin off his paws to which it had, mind deep in dreamland, sunk. he chuckled.

"ai aem славуј." the bard spoke crisply in his mother tongue, then leaned forward and gently repeated in their shared dialect. "slah - vooy."

"aend yeaurs? or vill ai haev tchu guess, seachild?"