Fitz arrived back into the living area, changed into black dress trousers that a human might wear, and an open neck, light grey tailored shirt, the cuffs rolled up to his elbows.
Eliza gasped as she saw him. His white hair was loose, without the small braids to hold the sides back, his beard with out the adornments of his royal status. He looked gorgeous, and once again between her legs begun to throb, as she squeezed her thighs together, both to bring about a pressure to offer her some relief, and a vein attempt to halt the smell of her obvious arousal from meeting everyone’s nostrils.
Uki supressed the giggle that was rising in her throat, as she looked at the skies.
“Soon it will be dusk, and then the night sky will fall, as the two moons rise. I must leave you and lead the wolves
