Lion Head Mesa I'm talking softly because my teeth are broke

crowfeather was cold. tavina would have teased him for being princely were she not aware of the connection lacking between them. "i will support your leg while you extend it slowly several times. the muscle has been cut. it needs to mend."

the sesh crossed the room, nudging her muzzle beneath his ankle very slowly until she held his leg across her withers. tavina waited until he adjusted to the sensation. he could begin at will.