Strange ties

THe male leopard placed one of his paws over hers, and she pushed her own paw further into the earth, determined not to move it. Her eyes she cast upwards, looking up at him, demure and inviting. In response, he got to his feet again, indicating for her to follow. She moved without hesitation, brushing close to him, a deep purring starting in the back of her throat. She followed the other cat, wherever he might lead.

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She was so small against him, like cradling one of his young pups. He was a giant in a normal wolf's world, and he always had to tread carefully so he did not injure those he loved. The Warlord would be her pillow, happily so, as lay against the sun-warmed surface of her deck, his sister pillowed against him. Sleep would come easily to the Warlord, with Marshal on watch, and bast nearby. He was in the heart of his territory, and his beloved sister was beside him. A satisfied rumble sounded in the back of his throat, until sleep claimed him.