#frolixinwaves

Siobhan crooned, trailing nails over her bulging belly. The pup was active at the moment, following the gentle caress along the skin. She was lying in the bathtub, cradled by the warm liquid with her mate sleeping in the other room. 

The otter leaned over the console of her ship, noting the readings coming off the moon. It was curious. There was something sentient but not quite alive down there. 

Leaning back, the blonde tapped her jaw, considering her options. They could leave well enough alone, which she was not known for doing, or they could stage a raid on the moon of Neactio-5.