Lion Head Mesa bull

there was something different about her as well. he averted his eyes as she emerged, streaming, and went to dry her at once.

she was muscled and with a new straightness. senmut's mouth ran dry to be in her presence. "what did you learn?" he asked gaily, avoiding her eyes as he pressed towel-pelt to the wet fur of her ruff and chest.

"i saw nazli the other day." studiously he did not look at the heir.