Shadowwyn Moor its the soul that needs the surgery

She was thrilled to see him – and in turn, he could not keep his own lopsided grin from flashing through a stoical mask upon his features. What a refreshing change – to have someone welcome you so warmly! As she closed the distance to him, he could feel the words beginning to form in his mouth – to invite her once more.. or to tell her the truth about the five kids he had teased her about earlier, and how they were his. And that he was very much a taken man.
 
Or was he, if your relationship was on the brink of falling in to darkness?
 
No sooner did he make to speak did she slouch forward in a playbow, mischief rolling from her with an ease he had long since forgotten since his children were born. His thoughts pushed aside for now, he too would live in the moment, and bowing before her as well, the cinnamon wolf made to lunge playfully at her face, aiming to nip at her ear as a crooning growl escaped him.