"Opportunistic, I would say. Omnivorous. It scavenges, though if one is hungry enough, it's been observed to go after living prey. It can defend itself adequately though, so I wouldn't risk handling it without gloves."

She sighs and, after a moment's consideration, wraps an around his shoulders, leaning back against the gentle curve of the bench.

She points up in the sky. "That's Cluros." She points to the larger moon. "And that's Thuria." The smaller one. "They're called the Lovers."




Fitting that their light should bless their first moments together on Barsoom.