February 12, 2015, 06:17 PM
Grasping the water in her muzzle she slid it lightly across his face and tiny paws. The fire that burned deep within him, warring to win. She would not let it. She licked his face inbetween, her own tongue cooled now with the moss. She set it to the side to see if it helped a little bit, and should she get more.
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