Wapun Meadow Down my thigh

yes, she was dangerous! 
he laughed inside himself;
to be wanted fired the bearwitch, but not for the pale and blood-eyed siren who gazed with invitation at him. "pandora," he repeated, toothy and preening beneath her attention.
in the valley, astara grew with children and moved toward the date of their birth.
merrick by all rights should have become more lax with his loins, but donovan had taught him otherwise.
"merrick, of ursus."
a grin.
"not interesting enough for an omen."