Wheeling Gull Isle kongeda

caracal arrived right when heda began to think of him, and she smiled widely to see him approaching. he knew these things after all, she reminded herself, and shifted under his falling shadow. the idea was rather preposterous, but only because she'd never considered it before.
her tail thumped once in anticipation. "sure," she said almost at once thereafter, her stomach clenching delightedly a little at the idea of their mouths being so affixed to one another.
she blushed, scolded herself, refused to be scolded, reminded herself that they were married in holy union beneath the eye of god. it was good she desired her husband.
heda tilted her face, waiting.