The Heartwood lustmord and wargasm

likewise, lasher simmered for masculine touch, which he had not explored since peregrine's departure. dante would not come 'round, it seemed, and for this he grieved, but perhaps it was for the best. therefore, when luke's warm amiability came to the fore, taltos found himself drawn and quite strongly to the blue-marked wolf. perhaps it was the other's demeanour, or his maleness, but lasher was unable to keep from glancing almost pointedly at the other before he set about answering the question.

"in matters of decoration, yes. although i have almost been upon the receiving end of antlers' damage before. it is not a pleasant place," he joked. presently the ecru beta stood to his paws and approached the elk's fallen body, nosing around one cooling flank. nausea vied with hunger, but it was the latter to succeed, and he bared teeth to peel one strip of pelt down from the vividly red flesh. "and you?" lasher asked after a moment's pause. he was restless now, but kept a brave profile for it.