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

she hunted. she was a good mate. he took the mouse with a soft grunt, a sound reserved only for her, and chewed it with relish as his stare drank in the place.

the shadows were gentle, the water inviting. he tasted it with approval and then waded into its embrace until the rippling touched his belly.

zoug dipped his muzzle below the surface and snorted bubbles to life.