Ouroboros Spine of a longing spirit

Her smile was quick on her face, her tail wagging as she thought of her stag.

I did. And every time she thought of him, she warmed in her chest.

He is of the long salt. We met at the time of dancing, though anaa had met him before then. He was so very kind, respectful, I knew I was meant to be with him. The young woman reached up to tuck her paw over her nose in fragile embarrassment.

He wants children, and I do too. She admitted in the quiet, soft way she had taken up when it came to speaking of this.