Sunbeam Lair Never Be Broken

She felt him stiffen beneath her at the very mention of it, and she chuffed softly into his fur, wondering why the topic always seemed such a taboo thing to many. It seemed he held some knowledge on the topic—and only partook in such a deed when it was with someone he liked.

Casual, perhaps…

“Does one grow to like something they are accustom to? Or do they just not know any better?”

Either way, the morals of the pack in question seemed murky at best, and Meadow gave an idle shake of her muzzle, sighing softly. Then, instead: “Are you aware of a new pack just at the edges of the mountain toward the Flatlands?” She paused, though didn’t wait for his answer. “Basilica. Perhaps the Imperator would be willing to divide the time of your tour to get more information from them?”