Lion Head Mesa oxidize

it seemed the bath was having the opposite effect.

"he isn't like that," she assured, sprinkling crushed soapwort into nala's fur. "he is my friend. and he's —"

"do you remember the children i told you about? the ones who lost maegi as their mother." she used her muzzle to rinse nala's pelt there until the whiteness of her multi-hued fur returned.

"he is their father. i told him about you before i went to bring you out of brecheliant. about us."