Luneshale Pass Hazırlıklar

The walk to the pass had become a comfortable nightly routine, the event that filled him with joy daily and gave him reason not to stray.

Beautiful desert roses clutched in his jaw he came to tell his love of his findings, to caress him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. He wished to taste him on his supple tongue, to breathe in his scent, to hear his sweet voice, to feel his well-groomed fur, and see him as he towered over the lion.

His tail waved as the thoughts flowed through his mind, memories of their previous meetings. His Samir was all that truly mattered, the only thing he cared to keep constant in his life.

Aşkım, kusursuz aşkım.