Frostfire Ridge half a life to rewrite

Tezcacoatl felt the press of her muzzle apply more pressure to his neck as he made his assurance, inhaling deeply, contendtly and letting it out in a soft exhale when she responded simply but with acceptance. The moment was perfect, he thought, thought part of him was still reeling in jubilation over the fact that she was actually receptive to his affections. He made a mental note to thank Nochtli for her advice later. An uneven breath caught in the column of his throat when he felt her soft kiss to his cheek, the skin beneath the earthen colored fur warming. He wondered for a moment if it made him too childish to blush (or the wolf approximation, anyway) over a small kiss, but then he chased it away. Tezcacoatl remained silent, basking in her presence, in the feel of her soft curves against his side as they watched the sun rise together. It was not a moment that the Rekkr was bound to forget anytime soon and while it was the newest memory he'd made with Tuwawi he would treasure it as if it were his last.