Foggy Bottom Way Drain all the blood and give the kids a show

Zoug's immovable mannerism never faltered, but she saw in his gaze a mirror of the affection she held for him not in spite of his nature but because of it. Candle was proud to have been chosen by him; flattered by his quiet acceptance of her love. And she had chosen him too, as he was, not in anticipation of any change.

So she was content with the way things were. A soft peal of laughter followed his affectionate nip. Candle rolled on one shoulder to the ground, reaching playfully for his paws with her own teeth as her back met the earth. She pushed small dark paws against him, but only for a moment.

Then she was on her feet again and heading for the water. The priestess knew that her mate would see the value in this place, the way they could stay hidden here, the water source which offered precious sustenance in the desert. She ran across a mouse fleeing her approach and caught it with a swift motion, crunching it once between her teeth before she turned and tossed it to Zoug.