she with the name he would not attempt was fascinated by herself. had he not been present to witness this corporeal form, uhuru might have thought she was not herself at all in days past. confused, perhaps, he assumed, until her pleasure was clear below the wrinkles of her doggish face.
my lord, though. he decided he enjoyed that.
this be'est the savannah. a thousand names it hath. we walk beneath the sun and hunt before the moon is full.
tufted tailtip twitched.
am i to call thee all these syllables or only a few?
she did not seem to be caught in the wake of tragedy following this revelation; in fact the lion felt that she was almost delighted, an incomprehensible concept given the fact that she was not a cat.