Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

luke draped over him, a pale and silken decoration, and the blue-marked wolf's teeth reached for his paw. lasher rejoined with a protracted snarl of his own, one meant solely in jest, and let luke's jaws close about the roughened foot before he attempted to tug it free. his own teeth reached for one pallid ear, though he was gentle with his intentions.

suddenly acutely aware of the nearness of the other's body, despite their bandying, lasher paused to glance, to gauge luke's demeanour. however, it was but the space of one moment before he returned to the game, chuckling beneath his breath.