Whitebark Stream look, this comes as no surprise.

sobeille stepped back, allowing space as yura’s muzzle worked in a subtle twitch over the lingering prints.

it be part of your body. sobeille knew enough of them to understand in women, the organ nestled just under the darkly gurgling intestines was the life giver; rich and sour at once, thick mucosa over a wall of resilient flesh made to expand to house whatever grew within it.

a shadow of a smile. you can be layin’ wit’ whatever you want. but if it be puppies you be wantin’, de man is necessary. a lilting descent in her tone conveyed she wished this was not so. you know, i know some kind of animals do not be needin’ de men. but for wolves, it is de way.

another smile flickered past, lingering in the sharp cut of her eye. once you be gettin’ wat you need from dem, dispose of dem ‘ow you see fit.

only sobeille did not expand on what methods of disposal were fitting for her tastes.