Deepwood Weald Gift

The compliment made her heat beneath her fur, the Vasiliás taking a half hearted swat at her husband.

Oh sh’ap She grumbled, the effect softened by the fact she couldn't stop smiling. She moved around him, entranced by the sight of the elk pelt across the floor of their den. With gentle precision, she sat down the stems of the flowers, and immediately practically belly flopped onto the skin.

You are a gift, αστροφεγγιά μου. Really, I never would have thought of this! Themis sprawled onto her side, then rolled onto her back, unwittingly depositing petals across the skin.

Lay with me? She asked as she stretched her paws towards the ceiling.