Herbalists' Cache [m] grumble

Ah, you women… Nivis chuckled and lifted himself up from where he laid. His tongue was no longer sticking out to bless him with the mighty appearance in front of her little self.

Tall Reyna was though, so tall he had to stand up on his tip toes to lick the underside of her muzzle. So moody you are Reyna, and only because your belly is grumbling out of hunger. What are you my dear in mood for?

Kissing her little by connecting their wet noses, Nivis sighed. Females and especially those in heat or pregnant ones, hungry ones; those used to be the source of unholy anger, which he didn’t like to test most of the time. Lambs are from the land forbidden, their meat melts on your tongue and their blood could heal your thirst as well. They are so innocent, small and easy to catch. They are foolish too; you’d like them, Reyna. Unfortunately you are stuck with a poor deer and bones yourself however.