Totoka River ready for love

Stockholm was happily dozing in that plane between not-quite-completely asleep yet not-quite-awake either. Where blissful daydreams crept in but remained vague and blurry around the edges, like viewing something seen underwater or through a haze of smoke.

Thus, he was aware of Seelie as she nosed his neck and nibbled at the longer strands of fur at the tips of his ragged ears. Still, he was really really comfortable and really really didn’t want to get up just yet. Stomach still full from the Hunter’s Moon feast, and his heart equally as full by the companionship that night had brought. He probably could have laid there most of the day, drifting in and out in and out.

But Seelie wasn’t having it. Her next tactic was wriggling her back against his side and attempting to gain leverage from the ground to give him a shove. He grunted softly but remained unmoved, though maybe a tad more awake – a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips as he became more aware of his surroundings and Seelie’s amplified efforts. When she throws her head back and lovingly rakes his cheek and muzzle with her teeth he cracks open one eye to look at her. This elicits a wave of excitement that courses through her body and the Gampr rolls to the side slightly, raising a massive paw and making to wrap his foreleg around her to keep her from bolting upright and taking off in a victory loop in response to successfully waking him.

“Mm, ‘s early,” he rumbles, burying his nose into the silken fur of her neck.