for the third (and final) time

The Warlord looked up from the comforting warmth of the bonfire at the sound of another's approach. A smile lit his muzzle at the familiar sight of his horned Wife. when she pushed her paw against him, he moved his own to capture it. Letting his eyes roam down her supple body. It was true, she’d put on a healthy bit of weight recently. She practically glowed with it.

She was attributing the change to him? Good it was about time his many (many) presents of food started to fill a belly other than Opehlias. (He strongly suspected where much of his caught prey actually went). His eyes made their way back to Zee’s delightful blue ones and he grinned. “Good” He replied warmly. “You’re looking absolutely radiant”


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