The Sunspire alloyment

nala spoke of singing. "you bring me music every day," tavina said, reaching to kiss her wife. she was glad they were aligned on this, the absence of a man who would take the role of father.

it was no time at all before nala's alluring perfume drew a man, a muscular and striking wolf. tavina eyed him before she turned back to her wife. "do you want me to stay, nala? or only stay close?"

she would maul a male for roughness, but she would not insist upon her presence so close unless it was also a desire shared by her mate.