Silver Moraine but really when it gets down to it

a man had come and laid claim to sivaak’s body. sobeille was only sorry she had not witnessed such a marvelous specimen.

she bid the jealousy away with a click of her teeth, studying the muradoii as she began to run her tongue along her broad chest.

children — sivaak’s children. this would change things in ways displeasing to sobeille.

dey ‘ave strong mot’er. dey will not be weak. sobeille apprised, though she would not think twice of dispatching either. i know a wolf whose custom it is to drop dere young from de cliffs. the survivors be worthy. an’ de dead — here she scoffed and panned her gaze to the distant sea: be food for de wolves of the ocean.

sobeille paused, ruminating. wit’ puppies, you be needin’ a place safe to raise dem. come back ‘ome wit’ me. sapphique will see dem thrive.