Greatwater Lake (M) Butterflies taste through their feet.

a fighter, aditya was not. but a lover. . .

he absorbed her blow and moved adroitly to one side, already feeling the sting of her forepaw against his flesh.

but he reared and aimed to seize her scruff in his mouth;

no no no

if she resisted, he would preen insistently at her cheek, running his muzzle along her neck.

aditya. . .

he persisted, beginning to find himself blind with lust.