Firestone Hot Springs [m] newly

smart, he mused, dipping his muzzle to brush his nose against her damp fur. strong sons, wise daughters… all bound to something greater than themselves.

his teeth grazed over the curve of her shoulder, his voice quiet, considering. it is a good match, he admitted, though his words came slowly, measured. a healer, a keeper of stories. she will temper him, teach him balance.

he pulled back just enough to catch her gaze again, a flicker of amusement beneath his steady intensity. but what of us, callyope? does this future secure us? or do you simply enjoy whispering your wishes into ears?