Ouroboros Spine for my unconquerable soul

They wore upon each other – his own attack fumbling, and chuffing out quietly, his cinnamon eyed danced with amusement as they drifted over her features very briefly. He could see she was wearing as well – but it was a game that would soon end. The crimson male snapped his jaws once more, albeit gently, this time, a clumsier attack to the side of her nape, seeking to tug on her fur, more than enfold skin.

He would hone his skills here – of that, he was certain, and Ivitaruk, for the first time in months, felt alive once more.