he was a boy, she was a girl

Iolaire gave him a lot to think about on his return to Ashen. The dog didn’t bring anything up for a few days, he wanted time to process his thoughts and feelings. In the end he quite liked the idea of being Lucretia’s equal. Her mate and partner. Bourbon came to the realization he loved the woman. As far as he knew his mistress was with Deathbelle again today, he knew she wanted to see her sister more often.

He had a gift for her, and he knew that eventually she would return to their temporary den in the rocks. Bourbon took most of the day to find his supplies and some of them could have been better than they were. He scattered some early lavender on the floor and prepared a couple of fresh killed rabbits to eat. He cleaned up the den and eventually settled on the floor in a sphynx position to wait with two coconut halves filled with the very last of his prickly pear wine.