Blackwater Islands [m] A little shy and sad of eye

fade here??

A chuckle rumbled in Svalinn’s throat — a sound from him that was almost unheard of! Well, whatever it is, kelp or bird, I’ll get it for you. Your wish, my command. He tucked the thought of urchins into the back of his mind; a reminder to fetch her a spread of them before the symptoms started. Before there was a chance for her to be repulsed by them, or she began to crave for something other than her favorite meal.

Speaking of craving: he was certainly still hungry for his new favorite meal.

So, he huffed out, grinning now. Now that our warm-up is out of the way… He teased his nose along her muzzle. I want you again, a kiss upon her lips, and again, a kiss upon her cheek, and again a kiss upon her brow and again…

He nibbled gently into the crook of her neck, and pressed his body more firmly against her — letting his re-arousal be known as he began murmuring into her fur exactly what he wanted to do to her.