Take Shelter

After feasting on her kill, and tediously cleaning Laney up until she was back to her perfect little self, Azoula was ready to find a shelter for the night. But she didn’t want to hole up just anywhere. Oh no, those rolling dunes simply wouldn’t do! And so, the tigress led her companion into the sea, pursuing a chain of islands just off the shoreline. There were several sandbars to travel along, meaning they didn’t have to swim for much of the journey. Which also presented the opportunity for sightseeing. “Oh, isn’t this place just beautiful?”  Sultry tones rolled off her tongue, a purr rumbling inside of her chest. And yet, there was always a hint of mischief on her face, keeping Laney on her toes. Who knows what the feline would do next?

Crossing through the brackish waters, the duo were surrounded by an array of marine life. Fish swirling around their paws, tapering off as they reached the shore of a large island that was infested with an array of towering, intertwined foliage that created a jungle. The air was thick with sea salt, wet and sticky as they came closer to the treeline. This place was quite tropical- and Azoula loved it. “Don’t you feel right at home?”  Sarcasm laced her voice. This place was nothing like the woods they used to live in, and that was liberating. “Why, I’d even spend the night here! If I had a warm place to sleep.”  Shifting those volcanic eyes of hers to Laney, she expected the girl to start offering her services.

”Speech”