Redtail Rise the thousand-and-second tale of scheherazade

i love her so much that i am eagerly typing this from work, pls excuse typos

If she allows him, he wishes to lay along the curve of her spine. A near protective covering against her form, as if was a shelter against whatever storm had gripped her.

Motherhood, he thinks.

How soon will they know?

How soon will she know?

He does not plague her further with such questions or topics. Instead he sought to show his appreciation for her, if she did not push him away. A silent grooming of the ruffled furs along her back. It was undoubtedly a tender moment for the war chief, but he was not a barbarian every waking moment.