Cerulean Cape Gi[m]me all your crebz

Last post from me.

Xan knew what to do now, more or less, and so he’d proceeded with certainty. His thrusts had started off quick and rough, before his stamina had started to dwindle and they’d slowed considerably. Once he’d fallen over the edge, his motions had ceased entirely and he’d slumped against her. When an ounce of energy was regained, he’d slid off of the wolf's back, but hadn’t moved right away. Alexander had lingered behind her for a moment or two before finally rounding her form, teeth seeking to clip the furs of her cheek in some minuscule display of affection.

“I have a reason to visit the ocean,” he’d murmured, his earlier confusion and hesitation having clearly been forgotten. What he hadn’t forgotten, however, was the fact that he’d been told to stay at Wolfskull, not wander around Teekon. The thought made him frown, and then step away from his newly made friend. “I have to go now,” he’d said, then paused. There was a short moment of silence on his end before he’d continued by saying, “Don’t tell anyone about this.” Without waiting for either an acceptance of denial of his request, Xan had turned away fully and began moving in the direction of the woods. There was a long trail ahead of him, both literally and figuratively.