Qeya River [m] horn lance

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star eater's ears flicked at his approach, her tail sweeping lazily over the snow as she watched him with quiet amusement. always a provider, her sun eater. the pelt, dark and streaked with drying blood, was familiar in scent and purpose. she nodded, absorbing his order without question.
i will, she agreed, tilting her head. i will anoint it with oils—vetiver needles, caribou musk. it will be a gift for you. a thoughtful promise, one fitting of a chieftain's mate.
her gaze lingered on him then, taking in the way he settled himself. the hunger in his voice was layered, but she had long since learned the ways in which to read him.
her own hunger flickered in return.
with a slow roll, she shifted onto her back, the curve of her belly exposed, pink with the signs of the life they had made together. it was a rare show of softness, of something more delicate than the hardened woman she often was.
her eyes gleamed as they found his.
you want me still when i am fat? she teased, voice edged with something light, something knowing. a challenge, but one meant only for him.