Lion Head Mesa ankh

he answered, and toula saw him move. his reach would accomplish nothing alone, but together! she would not leave him, and desired much the same as her mirror image then. it was a comfort, and her nose met his own in a show of her sisterly adoration. she remembered, then, that she had endured not a minute of loneliness in her lifetime. there had always been him.
toula was determined to have it no other way. a little paw reached out for his own, as though making a promise. perhaps it was, then. toula babbled to him, the soundnote familiar to one thing that they had heard in utero. more of a gurgle, then anything else.