Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

he watched the lithe movements of luke's body as the man leapt into the water, and laughed aloud at the other's antic. his pale fur clung to the sinewed strength of his body, and lasher could well see how perhaps he had dreamt under another sky as an otter, or some other waterbeast. desire thrummed hotly within him, but again he stifled the sensation, and ducked his own muzzle beneath the water.

the sun cast a glissade of light across the water's surface, and lasher basked in its warmth for a moment, reveling in the flicker of enjoyment that pulsed in his veins. the water lapped idly at his shoulders, still buffeted by the ripples cast by luke's swimming, and he cast a contented glance at luke.