Our new lives

These were the moments that felt most like home. With the familiar warmth of Briar beside her, cosy in one spot - if she ignored how big and open the room was for a moment. She could admit quietly to herself that she had loved sharing their small den in the plains.

She leaned over Briar as the other woman shuffled onto her stomach, propping her chin on the woman’s spine as she leaned her paws forward and rubbed them delicately over Briar’s shoulders. Soft at first, and then digging in, seeking any tightness in her muscles and working her over until the Queen was puddy in her paws. “Is there anywhere in particular you would like me to rub?” She asked, wondering if there was anywhere else the Queen had discomfort. ‘And that sounds lovely” she agreed, in regards to sampling from the garden.