Moonspear flooded

Treepie cooed when Sialuk bent to smooth her tongue over their small body, oblivious to her mystification. They began to roll onto their back—puzzling anatomy on candid display—when the ministrations stopped almost as soon as they started.

They weren’t one to complain, though they let out a questioning and slightly querulous peep. Pie finished their roll and from their supine position, they struck out a single paw. Their tiny toes spread as if reaching out to grab Sialuk’s muzzle and draw it back to them.