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	Talla chuckled again and peered around Saratha to look at Lyrah.  “She’s funny!  I thought I’d be more frightened here, but, y’know, you’d bring down the hammer if she laid a hand on me, right?”

	Lyrah looked between the flush-faced Saratha and the innocent-looking Talla, and smiled.  “Depends on the hand.”

	This caused them both to blush.  “Well… I-I’d like to stay, but if I’m away from the outpost for too long, they’ll think I’m, like, going AWOL or something,” Talla reasoned and began to back out of the clearing.

	Saratha looked down at Lyrah, who simply nodded up at her.  “W-wait!” she called and bolted after her.  “These woods are far from safe!  Chieftain’s orders, I must accompany you back.”

	Talla studied Saratha’s face curiously and smiled again.  “Alright… lead the way, Saratha.”

* * * * *

	Lyrah proved weaker than the other tauren had initially thought.  Drenan insisted on keeping her in one spot to heal, so the warband stayed behind for the entirety of three weeks as she healed.  Drenan never once left her side, and a makeshift tent was set up to keep them out of the elements, while shamans intermittently came by to check on her and the baby.  Everything was thankfully normal, and with each day the chocolate-furred shaman grew a little stronger.

	Talla made it a point to come visit every day, and Saratha made it a point to escort her back to the post each night under ‘Chieftain’s orders’.  At the tail end of the third week, Lyrah was up and moving again, more or less back to her old self, save for the persistent nausea that had started back up again.

	But that evening, Saratha didn’t return when she should have.

	“This is bothersome,” Durgak growled and paced back and forth in the encampment.  “Saratha is always punctual.  Was she waylaid?  Could that huntress have led her into a trap?”

	Lyrah shook her head fervently.  “I’ve known Talla since we were little.  She wouldn’t do that.”

	“Agreed,” Drenan added.

	Durgak snorted.  “Then it is on your shoulders to retrieve her.  If she is hurt or worse, chieftain or not, there will be consequences.”

	Lyrah bit back a nervous swallow.  “It’s our responsibility then.  We’ll be back with her before midnight.”

	“Good.”

* * * * *

	“This is really unlike Saratha,” Lyrah admitted.  “You think she’s okay?”

	“If Talla is with her, she is fine,” Drenan assured his daughter, squeezing her hand tightly.  The two of them walked at a brisk pace through the Ashenvale wilderness, though they were careful not to go anywhere near the logging encampment if they could help it.  Talla had told Lyrah about the route they were taking each night, so the two of them had a general idea of where they could be.

	“NNNAGH!” came a husky cry through the underbrush.

	“That’s Saratha, I know it!” Lyrah whispered.  The tauren couple bolted through the woods, finding a near-hidden path just off the route.  The very end was closed off by a pair of low, thick bushes, but as Lyrah was about to dive through them, she froze, then dropped to her knees instead.

	Drenan followed suit, peering curiously at his shocked daughter.  “What is it?” he whispered.

	“Um… I dunno, maybe we should just leave….”

	The hunter was no less serious.  “Not without Saratha.  We could-”  He dared to peer up over the bushes, and he, too, went wide-eyed in shock.

	A small pool of crystal clear water surrounded a tiny island at its center.  The remains of night elven architecture dotted the island, and upon a broken column sat Talla, buck naked, with her white-furred legs spread wide to either side.  Saratha knelt before her, her muzzle buried deep within Talla’s quim, while her tongue worked furiously to lap and caress her tender, pink folds.  The crouching warrior’s back was turned to Drenan and Lyrah, granting them a view of her black-furred full moon, which also had a large circle of white fur down between her cheeks.  Her quim was spread by her crouched position, and a steady stream of nectar had formed a small pool upon the marble below her.

	Saratha moaned hungrily against Talla’s quim, and her deep green eyes fixed themselves upon Talla, who had thrown her head back and was moaning shamelessly into the clearing.  Her fingertips pinched and pulled at her own nipples, until one hand shot toward Saratha and grasped a handful of her ashen mane, pulling her harder between her legs.  “Deeper… yes… Sara, yes…!”

	“Talla,” she mumbled right back, muffled by her lover’s plush nether lips.  Her hands squeezed Talla’s rump fiercely, kneading the fit huntress’ cheeks like dough, despite being rather firm and taut to the touch.  One of her thumbs was covered in Talla’s nectar, and she eagerly began to tease Talla’s outer ring, then carefully pushed it up into her rump.

	Talla immediately saw stars and completely laid herself back on the broken pillar.  “A little… more… MORE!” she practically screamed.  Her back suddenly arched, and Saratha’s face was instantly covered with the huntress’ sweet, sweet nectar.

	Neither Drenan, nor Lyrah, could take their eyes off the couple.  The two of them clasped hands as they watched the spectacle, and Lyrah dared to whisper, “By the Earthmother… they’re [i]so[/i] cute together!”

	Drenan chuckled quietly.  “It is almost as if you set them up.”

	Lyrah blushed even more.  “It wasn’t [i]intentional[/i]... but kinda, yeah.”  At this, Lyrah glanced over at her father as he watched Saratha leave Talla’s thighs to lay next to her, holding her amid her body-shaking climax.  She wasn’t exactly surprised, Lyrah couldn’t resist smirking as she dared to slip a hand down over her father’s abdomen and beyond, finding a particularly turgid erection beneath his leggings.

	The hunter twitched at this, but did not immediately look away… not until he felt his leggings fall open.  His head jerked down to find Lyrah pulling out the bull’s cock, grinning from ear to ear as she started planting soft kisses all along his shaft.  “Lyrah…!”
