Redtail Rise latin hy[m]n

the coupling was quick. now she seeks another, and before she can summon Tulimaq, he's surged forward to claim his right. she gives Prophet a gentle nip upon the nape in acknowledgement before surrendering herself to the whims of her Ulfhedinn.

and Augur, in the periphery. . .

his time will, perhaps, come.

for now, she plans to juggle her huntmaster and war chief, back and forth, until they all are spent and somnolent in the light of early dawn. 

until promise comes to fruition within her.

oh, what a spring it will be.

hope you are okay with the light PP/assumptions. . .feel free to post more but this will be my last with her!