Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

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the sudden, unexpected touch of luke's muzzle against his throat caused lasher to freeze momentarily, and before he had collected himself, the pale wolf had gathered himself and stood with hot gaze sweeping down into taltos' own. the swamp colour of his own had brightened enough to bring the brief green swimming to the surface -- the earthen servant was quiet, was still, though his heart beat so wildly surely luke could hear it.

ever so slowly, and with the fear of rejection rampant in his mind, lasher turned his muzzle so that lips pressed against the pale wolf's ankle, just above the dewclaw. there he lingered for a series of ticking moments before his eyes traveled back to the blue gaze above him, and he thrummed with anticipation.