Arrow Lake brot und wasser

he was not alone for long; the scent of a new geist floated to him, edged with the tantalizing remnants of her estrus. mahler turned and padded toward kazimir in silence, seeking to brush his lips across her guard hairs before stepping back. "vhat can i do for you?" the lines of her body suggested it was not merely a social call upon which she had come.
kazimir was a perfect blending of masculine and feminine, and her voice carried a heavy accent not dissimilar to his own. in silence the man waited, wondering if she wanted to challenge for a higher rank.