4/25/2026, 6:59 PM
“Your home,” jodai made to amend, a haughty smirk tracing the rugged jawline, for she was an egyptian now, and a highly regarded one at that. From the thick line of reeds and bullrush he watched her lithe hunter’s dance, timing his own feint as she steered the waterfowl for his strike.
Paws swept the air first then plashed into shallows, spooking the quarry backward in showers of ruddy feathering.
This was Y’var’la’s hunt and now Sapair would delight in watching her make the kill.
Paws swept the air first then plashed into shallows, spooking the quarry backward in showers of ruddy feathering.
This was Y’var’la’s hunt and now Sapair would delight in watching her make the kill.