Razorback Ridge salt bundle

welcomed back, that pesky stray dog that lived in the vessel of godhood.

what different were feral beasts compared to hungered gods?

something in those sunflower eyes stirred the hunger, the longing. the shadows of the mountain wanted to craddle makono into it deeply. no eyes upon her but those flowered ones. jewels to be treasured, to be held. the eagle found she wanted nothing more than to kiss her, but felt too uncertain to press upon it.

why?

teasing in her voice, the trained talents of her father shined brightly through her now. her good eye offered only brightness in its depths that betrayed (or perhaps humored) the hunger within.

she wanted to kiss her.

it felt maddening.