[open] With stones to weigh my pockets down [Jah-Lilah]

[Circinae]

oh, my love, don't forsake me. take what the water gave me ..

“Such an easy-going companion!” The little mare thinks while the boys circle about them easily. It had been something of a lifetime ago that Circinae had fallen this quickly into countenance with someone, and another mare at that. The last one (she remembers, how could she ever forget?) was her fiery little companion and in a strange, very emotional sort of occurrence, Jah reminds her of Raeanne. They mirror each other in color and disposition, so closely that Circy nearly welcomes the touch of skin-on-skin. As Jah-Lilah’s mouth works the curve of her neck the shifter groans audibly, unable to express verbally just how incredible the tenderness felt. Canaan had some competition, it would seem.

That last thought has her laughing in soft, rolling tones. “I am close, actually. Taiga was my homeland before …" She begins, but the sentence draws to an unconcluded end while she fights relaxation. The gentle tug of Jah’s teeth against her coiled mane is hard to ignore. “... before I accidentally got drawn away.” The mother finally finishes. Circy's was a tale made even more curious by telling, so for now she keeps things simple. No need to overwhelm or confuse the poor woman. “That was before the hellions, though.” She quips, bright baby blues snapping to where they’ve begun roughhousing again. Boys.

As if by their own design, her teeth make good work of Jah’s back themselves, circling deeply where the muscle rounded out and scraping lightly over the tight, thin skin above the other mare’s spine. An ancient practice of their kind, something the little wolf had (again) almost forgotten about. “It’s been so long since I’ve been away though - I’m afraid of what I might find when I do return.” She murmurs quizzically. Her lips twitch, moving against the fiery coat of the stranger while they form a smile, “But I bet you know all about that, mysterious traveler.”

Circinae