Starglow Basin Hawk of may

“Selfless as a saint,” he jeers, revealing a mouthful of spears. He bent himself in, testing breaths and taking long slow sweeps up the legs into her feminine face.

“Rest. Heal. When better, you serve Soto. In any way asked. In winter, you carry his cubs. Bring life to Verapaz. That is how you serve me.” He with drew, granting her space, but did not yet leave.