Firestone Hot Springs gibbous

only when i find something particularly intriguing. comes atoztli’s humorous rejoinder, slender muzzle tilted to hold the wildwoman in full view. 

you told that man what you think of him. in my home, women can not do such things. approval danced in the glintwater black of her gaze. fluffing the pelt that cloaked her cold shoulders, she spoke again. what is your name?