Lost Creek Hollow Violar [m]

The sound of her muttering was good. 

Juárez hummed as he administered careful kisses of his tongue against his flesh. His ears were trained on her so that he might understand what she saw while in this state. Starclan was not a familiar term. Though it tickled him to know that he had called her starlight upon meeting her. Perhaps she dreamed of him. 

The jaguar dripped on her as he remained possessively close to her body. An arm swung over her wounded figure and pulled her to him so that he could watch the twitches of her whiskers and eyes.