Tangled In Scales
The one in the nest, however, was unmistakably Kire.
Her deep purple tail was coiled protectively, layered over itself in tight, thick rings, completely shielding her lower body. The nest around her had been built with precise care—layers of furs, woven blankets, and softened reeds arranged perfectly to maintain warmth and comfort. The air around her was dense with an unspoken warning, a silent declaration of her space. Even as she turned to look at Ashwin, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement, there was an undeniable weight in her presence.
Nest protection.
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