Dragoncrest Cliffs yon sèl flè

not at all! <3

a step in the land, one unknown; slanting scarlet ears and then a tip of her muzzle along the curve of her own shoulder. a woman in repose, a woman made of charcoal and bits of goldcoin, silvered when the flashes of electricity bit through the ocean skies a second time, a third.
next to the small litheness, mireille felt positively ponderous, bulky with her rippled belly and changed hips. "you be new," came her stunning observation, followed by a tracery of her emerald eyes along the shadow-shot details when lightning forked over the sea.
the rain was beginning to dampen her red fur against her salt-built frame; mireille turned away back to her patrol, but the movement was slow enough to be an invitation.