Sweet Talk

Absinth stretched her lean, disciplined frame as she rose from the bedding of the den, her sharp emeralds glinting with mischief as she peeked out. The cool morning air greeted her, carrying the scents of the Sound and… the promise of a hunt. She paused at the entrance, her gaze sweeping over the resting forms of her children until it settled on her daughter, Araxina, who was stirring from slumber.

The dark faced girl, with her striking fiery fur pattern and golden eyes, was already half-awake, her ears perking up at her mother's movement. Absinth smirked, a n impish yet inviting expression crossing her features. She sauntered over to Araxina, her steps deliberate and measured, and whispered a challenge.

“Xina~ Come with me, darling.” With a flick of her tail, Absinth leaned down and nudged Araxina's shoulder with her muzzle, a rough hum escaping the monochrome woman as she prodded the girl to action. She gave her daughter a knowing wink, the kind that spoke of shared secrets and thrills.

She turned and padded out of the den, towards the wintertime forest, not looking back but fully aware that Araxina would follow.


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