Jade Fern Grove slay the nemean lion

if there is guilt at tearing away the mask and letting exposed the villain he was at his core: it is fleeting.

a will-o-wisp that is extinguished out of existence before it could really be.

seaglass blue gaze watches as she draws nearer, the small cant of his head brushing his muzzle against her cheek as her lips find his ear.

when she draws back slightly, he speaks: so it would seem, ingram murmurs in agreement. so what do we do with it this ... alignment of interests?