bone mountain

Imagine his surprise when faced with the bearish Tonravik, presence combative and overbearing. Kapvik skirted back, kicking up dust and pebbles, alarmed. He thought that bastard had tracked him here and infiltrated the Spine so all he could do was respond in kind: with quirked flew and arched neck. Expecting pain to blossom across his face, he tensed...until he saw the Issumator's buttonlike optics. Oh. She apologized as best she could, plume waving loosely behind her. He let his anxieties go with a ragged exhale. Kapvik was thoroughly spooked but Tonravik's missive was more than enough to make up for her mistake. No...He was to blame; the expectant Alpha was guiltless.

Kapvik stepped close with a series of happy pants, teeth aimed to nip at the side of her neck. Tail swept sporadically behind him, aching to tangle the luscious fur on her neck. He stopped for a second to nuzzle her as his way of saying I am sorry before picking up where he left off.