a voice whispered. “It is,” Kyrill replied just as softly. “Still...” “Sometimes, love has claws,” Lormar chuckled and was shushed. Shakra was wrapped in Tamarind's warmth, Tamarind's head resting under his own as they lay curled on cushions in a corner of the guest tent. He couldn't help licking a rounded ear, even though he wasn't really ready to wake up yet. Tamarind emitted a rumbling purr for only a second and then was still again. “Who is dominant?” the strange voice wondered. There was a sound of a cuff and Kyrill's angry growl, “Impertinent child! Being my cousin does not give you leave to be rude.” “I'm only a year younger than you, ancient one,” the stranger growled back. Shakra lowered his ears, a clear warning that wasn't missed by Kyrill. “You may leave now,”
