Moonspear [m] tabula rasa

Sialuk could not say the word back to him, not now, but she knew that she was an easy mark when it came to love. Giving and receiving love in her heart had always come so naturally to her. Since Argent had gone, she had felt it more difficult to do so. If she gave that part of herself to Killdeer, would he not find somebody new, somebody who would love only him.

She remembered with some embarrassment and horror that their previous sexual encounter had been... less than fulfilling on her end. But she had invited him here, and she did need the distraction. Perhaps she could be more instructive in how to properly love a woman. This time, the star gently guided him with her words on what did—and didn't—bring her pleasure. The process was a smidge awkward at first, but the final result was much, much more enjoyable than their initial rendezvous.

More than once, Sialuk caught herself staring daggers into the gifts that Argent had left behind. Deep down, she knew it was unfair to Killdeer to think of another man while they warmed one another's bodies, but a part of her wished that Argent could feel the pain of what he was missing.

As her breathing slowed, sprawled on the doe skin that had become worn with age, she traced a front paw down Killdeer's chest. She smiled like a young girl again, then sighed. For now, she was content. For now, she could rest her eyes and forget about her sorrows.