Lost Creek Hollow bronca

:D

it might have felt unnatural to wren, but to the eyes of silvertongue, the new flesh to pad the musculature appealed to her. she was formidable, a fortress which protected their young, and her wife looked forward to the images in her mind being fulfilled: wren nestled with their children, wren experiencing the greedy pull of their mouths, the transcendent tribulation of delivery shared between them; silvertongue wished she could spare her birdwoman the agonies of what was to come, but hoped that wren might find the same peace in it as she did. "oh, they are still now. do you hear your mama?" silvertongue asked of her curved sides, then glanced slyly to her mate; "you be nice to my wife. i will not hear that she is without beauty during this intense time in her life."