Neverwinter Forest birds of a feather

"We could take a trip," Jaws suggested as he stepped forward, invading her space with his muzzle hovering beside her own, gaze cast sideways on her. She had not pushed back his advances, and had even made some of her own, and now the coywolf was moving in for the kill. Jaws enjoyed teasing, was entertained by the game, but he always liked to close the deal at the end - never content to part his company feeling unfulfilled and thoroughly riled. He put his teeth to her jaw, nipping along it lightly before catching the soft spot where it met her neck with a firmer bite, pressing into her with a hungry growl. "I know a place - a thrilling place," he breathed into her neck. "I can take you there."