Luneshale Pass colina

As Soto speaks, her busy mind is silenced momentarily. She is encouraged to follow, to keep this sense of peace. Taking in a breath she joins him one step at a time. The river grass certainly looks nice.

The wave returns to her tail as she finds herself inclined to lay down. Crouching, she willingly falls to her side, exposing her soft stomach and the cage holding her ever beating heart.

A smile reaches her muzzle, a pleasant feeling washing over as her body ceases movement.