Qeya River we got money ... we got dreams

u can title him anytime :D

his heart raced as she turned her mouth to his throat; she would feel the thrum of the rumble in his chest. colt would not order her off. but he did lift his head and glance meaningfully at the wild forests which clung to the banks of the qeya.
or he could have her here.
she led. he followed — for now. his touch became more insistent, tongue dragging against the back of one ear.