When the python returned, she’d be in
her robes again. She’d left bloody cloths by the bowls of water,
where she’d washed her fur. She was curled up on the nest, knees
tucked against her bosom, head tucked against in her knees, wrapped
up in a circle, tail wrapped round her for comfort, a position Jaabir
would have never seen her in before. Her breath was heavy, audible
within the nest. Turned away from the entrance, she wouldn’t notice
the python until he made some sort of sound to anno
The Dance 4
By: JacktheRabbit
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