Larksong Grotto il en était fier, mais pourquoi vous riez ?

not till the 3rd, but im totally fine w everything as it is written! this would be pre estrus ig & he would def sense it even if she wasnt receptive i think!

the scar lent the man's face a hint of worldliness, superimposed against the soft coloration of his eyes.
it was like she had never seen a man before. and ironically, mireille had roughly only ever been around men of her own family's relation.
his shoulders were muscular. he was of good height.
she tore her eyes away a second time, and this time the obsidian burned beneath her red fur. "i need water," she demanded, not considering his words. "an' moss, as much of it as you can find."