Qeya River pride

kigipigak. sakhmet. "i am afraid i will not be able to say those well without practice," lestan said softly. his cheeks heated at her unexpected complimenting of him. "i thought that yours looked like a day in june." 
amalia. his heart beat faster and then faster still at the appearance of a great and scarred white wolf. lestan found himself measured and weighed by the look. "hello, i am — lestan mayfair. are you — maybe you are looking for new bodies?" he asked with a moment's impulsive desperation.
he tried not to shiver again or let his gaze move toward amalia. wildflower eyes, she had called them.