Firestone Hot Springs [m] Wild Childs, Lookin' Good

Laughter poured out of the woman from how stupid it sounded! How it all was. The tips of her ears still burned in warmth, the bridge of her nose hot and fuzzy. That tail still spun around in wags with the softest, brightest laughs to pair! 

Really? Break her? Stupid sentence, and the ridiculousness of it was alarming! What could 'break' her that was not unwanted? Could better words not be picked? The yaret cracked her own self up and away, jaw trembling with each joyous, squeaky giggles while drugs sifted into the woman's stomach acid. Bubbling, nauseating, sickly.

Who cared really what they did or didn't do? 

It was the vision of disappointment in Senmut's eyes that almost dragged Legend to a stop.
And she didn't like how it felt to care about what another thought.

That same vision of disappointment issued the pet into a poor decision as if it would fix it.

Who decided it was poor?

"That is funny!" Said the yaret, before breaking out into a lightfooted sprint to cached rabbits and strong scented stews.

Seed pods were stored in the jaws of the woman with careful pressure, and they tumbled into the hotsprings again like hounds. Soon, sprawling out onto the hot stones to watch the bubbles rise.