The taste on the tip of my tongue

It had taken her some time to find Sitka again, and this time she didn’t intend to let him stray from her sight too easily. With a mixture of entertainment and wiles, she enticed him to her bed one night, and then another. Travelling together across the spring-rich land and keeping well clear of other wolves. Ever since she had stumbled across that blind infected, poor soul. Keetie had done her best to stay clear of others, no matter how much entertainment they usually provided. Boredom could be filled after all, when she had Sitka at her side.

The galaxy-coated woman yanked Sitka forward, digging her claws into his coat as she pulled him over her like a big soft blanket. The sandy beach at her back as she pressed her nose into his warmth scruff. “Mmmm” she purred easily, the scent of his charcoal musk a pleasure on the tip of her tongue. “Darling.” She mused, her voice light and thoughtful. “We should find ourselves a castle and an army of slaves”

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