Chapter 2
Traggen awoke with a start. Sunlight was streaming through the single window, making bar patterns on the floor because the shutters were closed. He groaned as he sat up slowly, feeling like a single mass of aches and pains. He put a hand to his back as he peered blearily around the bedroom. Where was he? He wracked his brains, and then remembered that he was in his uncle’s house. But how had he gotten to bed? And…He lifted the covers and peered under. Nude? He didn’t remember taking himself to bed last night. In fact, the last thing he DID remember was talking to J’Dran. He’d been angry at the wereleopard, and he’d started to stalk away. Then everything had gone fuzzy, and the room had started to whirl around him. Then…nothing. He must have passed out. So how had he gotten into bed, and without a stitch of clothing on? Had J’Dran…hmmm. If that were so, why had the wereleopard taken his clothes off?
Traggen felt a streak of hope flash through him. If J’Dran had stripped him to get an eyeful of him naked…he didn’t mind that thought at all. Okay, he didn’t particularly like the wereleopard, but DAMN did he have a fine body! Traggen wouldn’t mind using that body for his own pleasures if J’Dran could be talked into it. But he was getting ahead of himself. For now, he groaned and grumbled as he carefully got out of bed and staggered over to pick up his clothing from off the back of the chair. Gods, he hated carriages, and horrible rutty dirt roads. Next time he travelled anywhere, it would be by horseback or on foot. He was never stepping into another carriage for as long as he lived.
He carefully pulled the tunic over his head, moaning a little at how much his arms ached. Then he stepped into the breeches, every movement slow and painful. Just as he got them on, there was a discreet knock at the door. “Come,” he called rather hoarsely.
The door opened, and K’var dashed in to jump on him. Unfortunately for Traggen, he wasn’t feeling that well-balanced this morning. The cub’s jump sent him over backward, as Avhonari cried out in concern from the doorway. Traggen’s teeth rattled together as he landed on his ass, with K’var sprawled on his lap.
The cub pulled back to give him a wide-eyed look of remorse. “I’m sorry, Cousin Traggen!” he cried in horror.
“That’s…okay,” he said through gritted teeth. “You just took me by surprise, is all.”
“Are you hurt? “ K’var asked, looking him over anxiously.
“No more than I was,” Traggen muttered to himself, feeling the mass of aches and pains that was his body deepen as it protested his fall. “It’s all right,” he said soothingly when he saw that the cub looked like he was going to cry; “I just wasn’t very steady on my feet this morning. Don’t worry about it,” he patted K’var’s back soothingly, and the cub brightened up immediately.
“Father Avhonari and I just came to fetch you for breakfast!” he squeaked.
“Did you? All right. Why don’t you run ahead while my uncle helps me up? We’ll be there in a minute.”
K’var nodded and jumped off his lap, darting out the door like the total bundle of energy that he was. Traggen looked ruefully at Avhonari. “Could you help me, Uncle? I’m afraid that I won’t be able to get up on my own,” he said.
“Of course,” Avhonari stepped over and bent down to take his hand and gently draw him to his feet. “Thank you for not being angry, Traggen. K’var tends to act without thinking sometimes.”
“Hey, I don’t have a leg to stand on…literally…where not thinking before I act is concerned,” Traggen noted dryly. He wavered on his feet, grimacing at the pain in his back and ass.
Seeing his expression, Avhonari directed him to sit on his bed and take his clothes back off. “I’ll be right back,” he told Traggen.
Getting out of the clothes again so soon after he’d put them on was torture for him, but he managed. Avhonari came bustling back in with a pot in his hands. “I keep this around for sprains and muscle pulls,” he explained to Traggen as he uncorked it. “It’s very effective, and has a nice scent as well. Sit still.”
Traggen was happy to do so as his uncle dipped his fingers into the jar and began to rub some kind of soothing balm or ointment onto his skin. He gasped as it began to take effect almost immediately, and then moaned in pleasure. “Uncle, you are a godsend,” he said fervently. “That stuff is wonderful.”
“Isn’t it? I first used it when I accidentally fell off a branch in the jungle when Z’sharan was showing me around. I pulled all the muscles in my right leg and side. I could barely walk until Z’sharan fetched this for me from their tribe’s healer.” He ran his hands down Traggen’s arms, then handed him the jar. “Put this on the rest of you,” he told Traggen, “As I will not be rubbing it into your backside for you. When you’re done, put the cap back on the pot and get dressed again. It will be absorbed into your skin, so your clothes won’t be sticking to you. We’ll be waiting for you at the breakfast table.”
“Thank you, Uncle. And thank you for letting me stay here as well,” Traggen told him sincerely.
Avhonari nodded slightly. “It is good to have at least one member of my family here, although I’ve made a new family with Z’sharan,” he replied gravely. He hesitated, and then continued on steadily: “You know, Traggen, that I always cared for you even when you spent all of your time trying to drive me mad.”
Traggen smiled a bit. “Yes, I know that, Uncle. You were the father I never had, since my own got killed in that riding accident when I was just a baby. Although I was a terrible son,” he added with a grimace. “And I’m sorry about that.”
Avhonari shook his head. “The past is the past,” he remarked gently. “It is the here and now that we must concern ourselves with. I’ll leave you to finish up, and we’ll see you at breakfast in a bit.”
“All right,” Traggen watched his uncle leave the room, feeling a deep gratitude that Avhonari held no grudge against him over his past behavior. He sighed and began to smooth the wonderful ointment into his skin, feeling it dealing with his many aches and pains almost immediately. He shuddered in relief. He felt so much better already that it wasn’t funny. When he’d finished, he put the cap on the pot and got dressed as Avhonari had bid him to. Then he took the pot with him as he went out into the hallway and made his way to the kitchen to eat breakfast with the others.
K’var yelped when Traggen appeared in the doorway. “Cousin Traggen! Are you feeling better?” he asked.
Traggen smiled at the excited cub. “Yes, I am, thank you for asking. Uncle Avhonari was kind enough to give me this,” he held up the pot for K’var to see, “And it really helped.”
“Good! Come and sit by me!” K’var cried, waving a hand at the empty seat next to him.
Avhonari’s lips quirked in amusement, and Z’sharan shook his head in bemusement. Traggen walked over to sit down next to K’var, seeing J’Dran giving him a low-lidded, thoughtful look from the cub’s other side. He thought about the state that he’d woken up in this morning, and wondered if he shouldn’t give the wereleopard a sultry look of his own. But in the end he decided not to, not with his uncle and his young cousin nearby. It would be too awkward and embarrassing if one or both of them noticed what he was doing.
Breakfast was as hearty and filling as dinner had been, and his rumbling stomach made its eagerness known. He ate and chatted with K’var, who wanted to know everything about the land that Traggen came from full of the mysterious human people who couldn’t transform at all. When he wasn’t babbling away at Traggen, the cub talked to his uncle on his other side. J’Dran answered all of his questions patiently, and ruffled the cub’s hair with affection. Traggen was torn between wanting the wereleopard to do the same thing to him, and feeling a certain wistful jealousy as he remembered the few times during his own childhood when he’d stayed with Avhonari at his home and his own uncle had showed him such affection(albeit a somewhat more restrained kind, as Avhonari wasn’t quite as demonstrative).
After they were done eating, Traggen asked his uncle for permission to use his study and supplies to compose the letter that he intended to send back with the guard for his mother. He toiled over it, thinking hard about what he wanted to tell her – and also what he didn’t intend to tell her. He didn’t want to hurt her too badly, even though she’d tortured him for the last few years over his sexual preferences. It was partially his own fault for never telling her what he wanted and making it clear that he wasn’t going to lay with a woman no matter what. He wrote for a long time, composing a letter that was six pages long. When he was done, he folded it and used a bit of hot wax to put a seal on it. With a sigh, he got to his feet and went to the kitchen to give the letter to the guard and to also give him his final instructions.
The man wasn’t happy about it, of course; he didn’t want to be the one who had to deliver the letter(and not her son) into Traggen’s mother’s hands. But Traggen was firm with him, and the guard eventually left to make the journey to the village where the carriage was waiting.
Traggen stood on the porch and watched him go. He was watching his past receded into the distance, he knew. Now there was only the present, as his uncle had pointed out. And it was up to him to decide what he was going to do with it.
Avhonari was saying goodbye to his mate and his mate’s brother, as the two wereleopards were heading back to their village. Traggen turned to watch this, and saw J’Dran cast him an enigmatic look. He returned this with a slightly low-lidded look of his own, letting the wereleopard read into it what he would. J’Dran frowned slightly, but only picked up K’var and tossed the cub into the air to make him squeal and bounce. Z’sharan hugged the boy next, and the two wereleopards departed into the jungle with a last wave.
K’var waved back enthusiastically, and then turned to his other parent. “Can Cousin Traggen play with me?” he asked hopefully.
Avhonari smiled slightly. “That is up to him, K’var. But since I have to order some wooden practice swords before he can teach you sword-work…” he glanced at his nephew questioningly.
Traggen nodded. “We can play,” he told the cub, who beamed happily up at him. “But not too hard,” he cautioned. “I’m still pretty tired after my long journey. Is that all right?”
“Yes!” K’var cried, clapping his hands.
“I’ll leave you to it, then. Have fun, both of you,” Avhonari said as he turned to go into the house.
“Let me show you my tree house!” K’var said, seizing a bemused Traggen’s hand and dragging him around to the back of the house.
There was a large lone tree shading the backyard, and built into its branches was a small wooden house. Notches in the tree could be used as steps to get up into it. K’var agilely climbed these notches and slithered into his house, then stuck his head back out so that he could peer down at Traggen. “Isn’t it great!” he yelped. “Father Z’sharan and Uncle J’Dran built it for me!”
“It’s wonderful,” Traggen agreed with a smile. “I wish that I’d had something like it when I was a kid.”
“Our people live in houses like this in the jungle,” K’var explained as he returned lightly to earth. “Father Avhonari doesn’t like them, though,” he added with a giggle. “That’s why he had this house built on the ground,” he waved a hand at the house in front of him, “He says that he has too hard a time climbing in and out of our tree houses. He fell several times and hurt himself.”
Traggen laughed. “Not everyone is as graceful as your folk, K’var,” he pointed out.
The boy scratched at the top of his head with his tiny claws. “That’s because you can’t Change, isn’t it?” he asked curiously.
“I suppose that might be it. I still have a hard time believing that YOU can transform into a leopard,” Traggen told him.
K’var brightened up. “Would you like to see me Change? I only just started being able to do it!” he cried eagerly.
“Actually, yes. If you would,” a curious Traggen replied.
“All right. But I’ll just go back there,” he pointed behind the big tree, “And do it. Because Father Avhonari doesn’t want the villagers to know what Father Z’sharan and I can do, because they might get angry or scared. Just a minute,” he whipped around the tree like lightning, and Traggen heard a faint scuffling sound and then some other peculiar sounds that he couldn’t quite place.
Then, to his astonishment(in spite of the fact that his uncle had told him what Z’sharan and J’Dran and K’var were) a gamboling leopard cub came running out from behind the tree and threw itself on him enthusiastically, plonking its large paws on his chest and sending him onto his butt once more. It then began to lick his face with a raspy tongue, which he had to fend off with his hands. “K’var, stop that! Your tongue is like sandpaper!” he cried.
The cub sat back on its haunches and looked at him out of the same pair of golden eyes. It twitched its ear, tilting its head a bit to show off. Traggen had to admire the creature’s deadly beauty, although it still boggled his mind that this cub was K’var. The leopard squalled and lollopped boisterously away, lashing its tail in the air. Then it whirled and crouched, looking at him. Clearly it wanted to play. Traggen felt rather wary as he started after K’var. The cub waited until he was about two feet away, and then dashed straight at him. He started to jump backward, but at the last moment K’var reached out to give him a playful swat (with his claws sheathed) then ran away again. Traggen found himself laughing at the cub’s playful antics.
He chased K’var leopard form around the backyard for awhile, until he got too tired and had to sit down and rest. K’var bounced up to him and plopped down, laying his head on Traggen’s lap. He began to purr, a loud sound that Traggen found completely entrancing. He stroked the spotted coat gently, and K’var’s eyelids flickered closed as the cub's energy ran out all of a sudden and he fell into a light sleep in Traggen’s lap.
Traggen sat there with the warm sunlight falling on his face, occasionally petting the cub sleeping in his lap. K’var's purring was steady and rhythmic, and it made him feel tired too. Finally he squirmed around so that he could lie down on the grass, and K’var crawled up to sort of spoon with him. The sleeping cub let loose a happy sigh as he snuggled his nose into the base of Traggen’s throat. Human and wereleopard took a nap in the grass together as the morning faded away into afternoon.
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Traggen awoke with a start. Sunlight was streaming through the single window, making bar patterns on the floor because the shutters were closed. He groaned as he sat up slowly, feeling like a single mass of aches and pains. He put a hand to his back as he peered blearily around the bedroom. Where was he? He wracked his brains, and then remembered that he was in his uncle’s house. But how had he gotten to bed? And…He lifted the covers and peered under. Nude? He didn’t remember taking himself to bed last night. In fact, the last thing he DID remember was talking to J’Dran. He’d been angry at the wereleopard, and he’d started to stalk away. Then everything had gone fuzzy, and the room had started to whirl around him. Then…nothing. He must have passed out. So how had he gotten into bed, and without a stitch of clothing on? Had J’Dran…hmmm. If that were so, why had the wereleopard taken his clothes off?
Traggen felt a streak of hope flash through him. If J’Dran had stripped him to get an eyeful of him naked…he didn’t mind that thought at all. Okay, he didn’t particularly like the wereleopard, but DAMN did he have a fine body! Traggen wouldn’t mind using that body for his own pleasures if J’Dran could be talked into it. But he was getting ahead of himself. For now, he groaned and grumbled as he carefully got out of bed and staggered over to pick up his clothing from off the back of the chair. Gods, he hated carriages, and horrible rutty dirt roads. Next time he travelled anywhere, it would be by horseback or on foot. He was never stepping into another carriage for as long as he lived.
He carefully pulled the tunic over his head, moaning a little at how much his arms ached. Then he stepped into the breeches, every movement slow and painful. Just as he got them on, there was a discreet knock at the door. “Come,” he called rather hoarsely.
The door opened, and K’var dashed in to jump on him. Unfortunately for Traggen, he wasn’t feeling that well-balanced this morning. The cub’s jump sent him over backward, as Avhonari cried out in concern from the doorway. Traggen’s teeth rattled together as he landed on his ass, with K’var sprawled on his lap.
The cub pulled back to give him a wide-eyed look of remorse. “I’m sorry, Cousin Traggen!” he cried in horror.
“That’s…okay,” he said through gritted teeth. “You just took me by surprise, is all.”
“Are you hurt? “ K’var asked, looking him over anxiously.
“No more than I was,” Traggen muttered to himself, feeling the mass of aches and pains that was his body deepen as it protested his fall. “It’s all right,” he said soothingly when he saw that the cub looked like he was going to cry; “I just wasn’t very steady on my feet this morning. Don’t worry about it,” he patted K’var’s back soothingly, and the cub brightened up immediately.
“Father Avhonari and I just came to fetch you for breakfast!” he squeaked.
“Did you? All right. Why don’t you run ahead while my uncle helps me up? We’ll be there in a minute.”
K’var nodded and jumped off his lap, darting out the door like the total bundle of energy that he was. Traggen looked ruefully at Avhonari. “Could you help me, Uncle? I’m afraid that I won’t be able to get up on my own,” he said.
“Of course,” Avhonari stepped over and bent down to take his hand and gently draw him to his feet. “Thank you for not being angry, Traggen. K’var tends to act without thinking sometimes.”
“Hey, I don’t have a leg to stand on…literally…where not thinking before I act is concerned,” Traggen noted dryly. He wavered on his feet, grimacing at the pain in his back and ass.
Seeing his expression, Avhonari directed him to sit on his bed and take his clothes back off. “I’ll be right back,” he told Traggen.
Getting out of the clothes again so soon after he’d put them on was torture for him, but he managed. Avhonari came bustling back in with a pot in his hands. “I keep this around for sprains and muscle pulls,” he explained to Traggen as he uncorked it. “It’s very effective, and has a nice scent as well. Sit still.”
Traggen was happy to do so as his uncle dipped his fingers into the jar and began to rub some kind of soothing balm or ointment onto his skin. He gasped as it began to take effect almost immediately, and then moaned in pleasure. “Uncle, you are a godsend,” he said fervently. “That stuff is wonderful.”
“Isn’t it? I first used it when I accidentally fell off a branch in the jungle when Z’sharan was showing me around. I pulled all the muscles in my right leg and side. I could barely walk until Z’sharan fetched this for me from their tribe’s healer.” He ran his hands down Traggen’s arms, then handed him the jar. “Put this on the rest of you,” he told Traggen, “As I will not be rubbing it into your backside for you. When you’re done, put the cap back on the pot and get dressed again. It will be absorbed into your skin, so your clothes won’t be sticking to you. We’ll be waiting for you at the breakfast table.”
“Thank you, Uncle. And thank you for letting me stay here as well,” Traggen told him sincerely.
Avhonari nodded slightly. “It is good to have at least one member of my family here, although I’ve made a new family with Z’sharan,” he replied gravely. He hesitated, and then continued on steadily: “You know, Traggen, that I always cared for you even when you spent all of your time trying to drive me mad.”
Traggen smiled a bit. “Yes, I know that, Uncle. You were the father I never had, since my own got killed in that riding accident when I was just a baby. Although I was a terrible son,” he added with a grimace. “And I’m sorry about that.”
Avhonari shook his head. “The past is the past,” he remarked gently. “It is the here and now that we must concern ourselves with. I’ll leave you to finish up, and we’ll see you at breakfast in a bit.”
“All right,” Traggen watched his uncle leave the room, feeling a deep gratitude that Avhonari held no grudge against him over his past behavior. He sighed and began to smooth the wonderful ointment into his skin, feeling it dealing with his many aches and pains almost immediately. He shuddered in relief. He felt so much better already that it wasn’t funny. When he’d finished, he put the cap on the pot and got dressed as Avhonari had bid him to. Then he took the pot with him as he went out into the hallway and made his way to the kitchen to eat breakfast with the others.
K’var yelped when Traggen appeared in the doorway. “Cousin Traggen! Are you feeling better?” he asked.
Traggen smiled at the excited cub. “Yes, I am, thank you for asking. Uncle Avhonari was kind enough to give me this,” he held up the pot for K’var to see, “And it really helped.”
“Good! Come and sit by me!” K’var cried, waving a hand at the empty seat next to him.
Avhonari’s lips quirked in amusement, and Z’sharan shook his head in bemusement. Traggen walked over to sit down next to K’var, seeing J’Dran giving him a low-lidded, thoughtful look from the cub’s other side. He thought about the state that he’d woken up in this morning, and wondered if he shouldn’t give the wereleopard a sultry look of his own. But in the end he decided not to, not with his uncle and his young cousin nearby. It would be too awkward and embarrassing if one or both of them noticed what he was doing.
Breakfast was as hearty and filling as dinner had been, and his rumbling stomach made its eagerness known. He ate and chatted with K’var, who wanted to know everything about the land that Traggen came from full of the mysterious human people who couldn’t transform at all. When he wasn’t babbling away at Traggen, the cub talked to his uncle on his other side. J’Dran answered all of his questions patiently, and ruffled the cub’s hair with affection. Traggen was torn between wanting the wereleopard to do the same thing to him, and feeling a certain wistful jealousy as he remembered the few times during his own childhood when he’d stayed with Avhonari at his home and his own uncle had showed him such affection(albeit a somewhat more restrained kind, as Avhonari wasn’t quite as demonstrative).
After they were done eating, Traggen asked his uncle for permission to use his study and supplies to compose the letter that he intended to send back with the guard for his mother. He toiled over it, thinking hard about what he wanted to tell her – and also what he didn’t intend to tell her. He didn’t want to hurt her too badly, even though she’d tortured him for the last few years over his sexual preferences. It was partially his own fault for never telling her what he wanted and making it clear that he wasn’t going to lay with a woman no matter what. He wrote for a long time, composing a letter that was six pages long. When he was done, he folded it and used a bit of hot wax to put a seal on it. With a sigh, he got to his feet and went to the kitchen to give the letter to the guard and to also give him his final instructions.
The man wasn’t happy about it, of course; he didn’t want to be the one who had to deliver the letter(and not her son) into Traggen’s mother’s hands. But Traggen was firm with him, and the guard eventually left to make the journey to the village where the carriage was waiting.
Traggen stood on the porch and watched him go. He was watching his past receded into the distance, he knew. Now there was only the present, as his uncle had pointed out. And it was up to him to decide what he was going to do with it.
Avhonari was saying goodbye to his mate and his mate’s brother, as the two wereleopards were heading back to their village. Traggen turned to watch this, and saw J’Dran cast him an enigmatic look. He returned this with a slightly low-lidded look of his own, letting the wereleopard read into it what he would. J’Dran frowned slightly, but only picked up K’var and tossed the cub into the air to make him squeal and bounce. Z’sharan hugged the boy next, and the two wereleopards departed into the jungle with a last wave.
K’var waved back enthusiastically, and then turned to his other parent. “Can Cousin Traggen play with me?” he asked hopefully.
Avhonari smiled slightly. “That is up to him, K’var. But since I have to order some wooden practice swords before he can teach you sword-work…” he glanced at his nephew questioningly.
Traggen nodded. “We can play,” he told the cub, who beamed happily up at him. “But not too hard,” he cautioned. “I’m still pretty tired after my long journey. Is that all right?”
“Yes!” K’var cried, clapping his hands.
“I’ll leave you to it, then. Have fun, both of you,” Avhonari said as he turned to go into the house.
“Let me show you my tree house!” K’var said, seizing a bemused Traggen’s hand and dragging him around to the back of the house.
There was a large lone tree shading the backyard, and built into its branches was a small wooden house. Notches in the tree could be used as steps to get up into it. K’var agilely climbed these notches and slithered into his house, then stuck his head back out so that he could peer down at Traggen. “Isn’t it great!” he yelped. “Father Z’sharan and Uncle J’Dran built it for me!”
“It’s wonderful,” Traggen agreed with a smile. “I wish that I’d had something like it when I was a kid.”
“Our people live in houses like this in the jungle,” K’var explained as he returned lightly to earth. “Father Avhonari doesn’t like them, though,” he added with a giggle. “That’s why he had this house built on the ground,” he waved a hand at the house in front of him, “He says that he has too hard a time climbing in and out of our tree houses. He fell several times and hurt himself.”
Traggen laughed. “Not everyone is as graceful as your folk, K’var,” he pointed out.
The boy scratched at the top of his head with his tiny claws. “That’s because you can’t Change, isn’t it?” he asked curiously.
“I suppose that might be it. I still have a hard time believing that YOU can transform into a leopard,” Traggen told him.
K’var brightened up. “Would you like to see me Change? I only just started being able to do it!” he cried eagerly.
“Actually, yes. If you would,” a curious Traggen replied.
“All right. But I’ll just go back there,” he pointed behind the big tree, “And do it. Because Father Avhonari doesn’t want the villagers to know what Father Z’sharan and I can do, because they might get angry or scared. Just a minute,” he whipped around the tree like lightning, and Traggen heard a faint scuffling sound and then some other peculiar sounds that he couldn’t quite place.
Then, to his astonishment(in spite of the fact that his uncle had told him what Z’sharan and J’Dran and K’var were) a gamboling leopard cub came running out from behind the tree and threw itself on him enthusiastically, plonking its large paws on his chest and sending him onto his butt once more. It then began to lick his face with a raspy tongue, which he had to fend off with his hands. “K’var, stop that! Your tongue is like sandpaper!” he cried.
The cub sat back on its haunches and looked at him out of the same pair of golden eyes. It twitched its ear, tilting its head a bit to show off. Traggen had to admire the creature’s deadly beauty, although it still boggled his mind that this cub was K’var. The leopard squalled and lollopped boisterously away, lashing its tail in the air. Then it whirled and crouched, looking at him. Clearly it wanted to play. Traggen felt rather wary as he started after K’var. The cub waited until he was about two feet away, and then dashed straight at him. He started to jump backward, but at the last moment K’var reached out to give him a playful swat (with his claws sheathed) then ran away again. Traggen found himself laughing at the cub’s playful antics.
He chased K’var leopard form around the backyard for awhile, until he got too tired and had to sit down and rest. K’var bounced up to him and plopped down, laying his head on Traggen’s lap. He began to purr, a loud sound that Traggen found completely entrancing. He stroked the spotted coat gently, and K’var’s eyelids flickered closed as the cub's energy ran out all of a sudden and he fell into a light sleep in Traggen’s lap.
Traggen sat there with the warm sunlight falling on his face, occasionally petting the cub sleeping in his lap. K’var's purring was steady and rhythmic, and it made him feel tired too. Finally he squirmed around so that he could lie down on the grass, and K’var crawled up to sort of spoon with him. The sleeping cub let loose a happy sigh as he snuggled his nose into the base of Traggen’s throat. Human and wereleopard took a nap in the grass together as the morning faded away into afternoon.
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