The Sunspire [m] teal arrow

his father, and in that expression, muskrat discovered her truth. she slid languidly to the earth, pleased by her effect on him. but she did not answer until she had lain there some moments, blissful in the momentary satiation of this flamelicked need.

"if your is father is one i call night man, i know him." the citrus eyes gleamed. "catch me when i try small raid on camp."

made her a servant but not a slave. rejected her when she came to his den. asked her why she would stay if she did not care.

"that man here, days ago. follow me to mountain. throw rock. he leave." her crocodile's teeth were a glittering pleasure. "you want talk about father now?" truly? and she rolled hotly upon the ground, trying to sunder the fire again building beneath her skin.