Bramblepoint [m] the body

He was amazed at her maturity. She couldn't be more than a year or so older than him, and yet, so much wiser.

Then again, he was no yearling anymore—he ought to grow up.

Parenthood should do the trick. Right?

I should get back to the caldera, Killdeer said, somewhat reluctantly disentangling himself from the embrace. He gazed solemnly at the silver woman and added, Please send for me when the time comes. I'll be there.

He smiled, and when goodbyes had been exchanged, he was on his way home.

Killdeer had just had his cherry popped—and God, he wished he could talk to Caracal about it.