Birthdays come and go

At the sound of an approach, Lia looked up. Looked up, and found her thoughts grinding to a halt. The pillow-tussled fur of the Queen added volume to her coat, and her long, elegant tail was free. Sweeping behind her like the trail of a dress. Her short ebony horns were as regal as any crown. She was, beyond a doubt, beautiful. Breath-takingly so. She knew some of the emotion sloshing inside was hormones, but it only crystalised what was already there. Briar was a wolf very easy to fall in love with.

“Briar” she said, her voice a little husky. She swallowed, and closed her eyes as Briar pressed her nose against her. She smelled good, really good. Like vanilla, and the warmth of spring. She bit back the urge to groan, and pulled back slightly from Briar’s touch. It was too hot, a fire against her skin. “You look stunning, My Queen” she admitted a little shyly. “No… it’s too hot to sleep tonight” she explained.