Lion Head Mesa oxidize

tavina supported nala as they moved back to their quarters, a trail of wet pawmarks in their wake.

and when she eased the sanpin down into the bed they shared, it was not to rise for some time.

***

tavina gestured to the meal that had been laid out, covered with soft skins for now. she rose decisively. "come sit and then we will call him." ignoring that nala might by now be quite unfit for company!