Sheepeater Cliff Dark Gems and Black Jewels

Meldresi was far from Blackfeather, but the priestess needed it. She needed a small, one day vacation from her femanding and constantly squabbling pups, her healing warriors, the darkness. Sometimes she needed a bit of sunshine on her fur; it was healthier.

She went to the sunkissed cliffs away from her dark crevice of the world. When she arrived at a particularly heated stone, the woman stretched herself luxuriously out, moaning softly in the pleasure of releasing the built up tension of her body. When her stretch reached it's peak and her muscles quickly recoiled, Meldresi looked at her belly. It was plumper than before she had given birth, without the addition of pups in her womb of course. She was a bit larger than she would like to be, but she had to admit that she was padded in all the right places.

Meldresi did not have a high libido, as compared to other wolves she knew, but she knew how to use her own sexuality to gain the favors of others. She had seen the men of her pack, of which there were many, sneaking a peek at her. But the priestess hadn't minded, for only one wolf had truly shown his favor, and that display of admiration had beget her trio of miscreants.

But she stopped worrying about that for now. Now, the priestess shut her jewel-like eyes, humming softly in appreciation of the warmth beaming onto her from the sky, lighting up her dark side like gems in the brightness.