Callista was just removing her shoes, working
around her growing baby bump, when the tent flap opened.
“Dryden!”
Her mate smiled and plopped onto the cot beside
her. “How're you feeling?”
“I am well.”
Dryden
chuckled. “Seneca said you would say that.” He slipped his paws
under her shirt and kneaded her scarred back, his hands glowing with
soft blue light. “How's that?”
Callista sighed softly as
his kneading worked away the aches and cramps. “It feels
wonderful.”
Dryden's lop-sided smile broadened in a grin and
he nuzzled her neck. “Good.”
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