Potential breakup song

Mo greeted her and she greeted him in turn. "Afternoon." Asla was more than a little surprised when the flop-eared man curled up with his back to her. The contact wasn't unwelcome, she just hadn't expected him to want to touch her. The last time they touched... Well... Satira happened. She would never regret having produced such a gorgeous child, but she wasn't sure if Mojito would.

When asked what she was up to, Aslatiel released a soft chuckle. "Naiche has the pups, so I'm enjoying a moment of freedom and relaxation." Turning her head, the woman pressed her nose into Mojito's velvety soft ear. "What's on your mind, Mo?" She could tell that he hadn't just stumbled upon her. Though he lay beside her, she could feel a sense of purpose emanating from him.

Asla thought about it. What could he possibly want from her? Surely he knew that he could spend time with Satira and Arcturus whenever he wished, so he couldn't be here to ask her about that. With her head turned, she continued to look at the man out of the corner of one swirling purple eye.

"Aslatiel Fatalis"