Starglow Basin Hawk of may

A woman spread before him, offering herself.

Perhaps it is unfair then that thoughts so swiftly went to Solana, and the lack of love that defined their three year marriage. Still, it was the sayulian doncella that had carried his cubs. The woman that had earned more than fleeting looks and carnal affairs. But she was a hundred miles away, and here Saya is so close he can draw her own breaths into his lungs.

“Didn’t say that,” the ocelote grunts, but does not illuminate other than the heady swell of eyes over delicate skin that spoke in volumes of want.

“Say you serve the leopardo. Do not disappoint him.”