Ankyra Sound BWP: Borrow Trouble

a glint of tears in her anzac-gold gaze. val pulled from the circle as chacal blinked and rolled the soft arch of her shoulders.

if you are calling me fat, you’d be very right. val countered in mock-umbrage, falling in step as she brushed his shoulders and strolled down the strand.

he kept on the forest-side of her, allowing chacal to be his buffer from the sea. maybe the ocean has something to do with them.. a sad smile broke across his dark muzzle as he thought of rosalyn and erzulie — what would they have made of this emerald spectacle?