Sly Fox Sand Dunes [m] And without you is how I disappear

When they parted it was only for a moment; Candle pressed her flank to Zoug's, her muzzle into his fur, and she knew that she would choose him again. Always him. At times she wondered why he had chosen her. She was the odd one, the frightened one, the one who left at strange hours and returned with the blood of wolves on her fur. The priestess parted from her home and her faith, a shadow of a woman next to the light of those like S'ari and Ko'a.

Right now it didn't matter. She pulled him closer and thought that she hoped their children would look just like him.