Nova Peak Savage Daughter

I’m not hungry either, she admitted, pulling away just far enough to look up into his face before her eyes skirted to the stiff carcass stashed in the little den. I’ll just leave it there. I dug that den a little while back, for no particular reason. I might as well use it.

Her eyes moved back to her mate’s face. Her mate. It was so alien to think, yet it sent a quiet thrill through her. She supposed they could use the den, for myriad things. It could be their little hideaway, when they wanted to steal away from the rise to be alone.

Of course, that might imply certain intimacies. The Caru wasn’t sure she was ready for that just yet. Suddenly, she couldn’t help but wonder if Riley wanted that from her. Or would he only give her his attentions once she came into season, for the purpose of procreation? Masque wasn’t entirely sure how it worked. She could ask her mother but she was dead. She could ask New Snow but she was mute.

She frowned, sighed through her nose and lightly nuzzled Riley’s chin. For no particular reason at all, she then moved onto mouthing it. Masquerade made a happy little rumble low in her throat, long tail tapping the ice cold shale on which they sat.