Firestone Hot Springs mare's milk

single ear turns as ice-maiden shakes river from her paw. atoztli's eyes trace the thin humor framing her face, finding it pleasing.

the man plops back into the river as if a bear's salmon loosened to tidewaters. he does not answer the stormcloud woman - at least not directly.

sensing his eyes upon her, atoztli's gaze is direct and almost too hungry. but there is company present, and atoztli prefers working in the dark.

a smile thin and radiant plays across her muzzle as she decides to indulge him.

only beautiful? she wades into the river in graceful steps, ignoring the brace of cold as she turns to ice-maiden. look at her. a woman so beautiful is divine. stopping just as the river came to her hocks, atoztli speaks once more. how does a man before two beautiful women find himself on his back in a pool?