The Sunspire I got a heart like a truck

he did not care for this story. he did not like that fennec had done such things and acted in ways very foreign to him.

but she spoke without malice. she spoke without deception. germanicus did not enjoy that pharaoh had done nothing with his carefully researched suspicions.

but in the end the fate of satsu belonged to akashingo. he had done his part.

on a whim he reached to touch fennec, lips feathering the corner of her ear. and he was conscious in it. he did not do it for her want, he did it for his own sake. often he embraced her in this way, and little by little it ceased to be predicated on her expectation.

"there are more ways to win a battle than teeth." he was in agreement. for many reasons he had become a tactician. "and each victory is different."

he curled his paw beneath her own, lifted her ankle to his lips.