Ankyra Sound kouri dèyè

in his masculinity, lestan had only come to think of reverie as his mate, the formality of a proposal dumped beneath the chaos and the wearying travel, the fear, the worry. *i missed you also."
he paused to press his muzzle against her cheek in wordless answer, eyes holding her own resolutely.
perhaps saltshore could be something new. lestan smiled down at little blossom before he turned back to trail-discovery across the ridges of shell-studded sand.
he must be better.