Swiftcurrent Creek golden

no! he was not, not in the least! but lestan found himself unable to even fathom explaining himself. he felt guilty, ashamed, prickled under the collar, and yes — aware of lust's ember deep in his belly.
"i just was not prepared for — change," he struggled. the everpresent burble of the creek began to soothe him, until the strain left his face. "you heard me. you were close," lestan observed, his smile true and soft now, tail waving behind his hips.