Lion Head Mesa And I miss you in the June gloom, too

Defne could see the discomfort she caused, the hackles she had raised. She held no caution despite this, but Yavru lifted his scaly head to watch the stranger.

You can't leave me! She cried, crawling forward to grovel as close to their paws as she would be allowed. I can smell my baby on you, why are you lying to me?

She wouldn't let her dramatics fail her, even if it meant she would be bit. Maybe then the scent of her blood would be carried back to her manda. Please, I'm not usually like this. You must understand.