Sawtooth Spire glazed eyes, empty hearts

His attempt at nibbling her toes proved successful. He surfaced and squirted her with a fount of water from his lips. She was unamused. The expression that fell upon her face spoke as much, though it was one that seemed to perpetually live upon her face so it was hard to tell if the sentiment were natural or as a result of his playful teasing. Either way, he surfaced and gave his head a mighty shake so all the water from his fur would fling in every which direction.

Iqniq was a creature of fire, certainly. His eyes and pelt and spirit were aflame with life. The fondness he had for water was almost a contradiction of his being, but within it he felt alive and free. In this instance, he was simply feeling frisky.

He did not move when Tonravik leapt for him. She wrapped him in those giant limbs of hers and began to roughhouse him as she did. He returned her nips, bites, and nudges with equal vigor of his own as he moved within the water to return her violent embrace and match her parry for parry. He was learning slowly that this was her form of affection. It was just as unique a thing as she was and since they'd not had much time alone together since the kids he welcomed the biting kisses of her teeth.

Her own version of savage love did not keep him from his gentler forms. When he was not trying to steal her ears between his teeth, he planted daring kisses upon her cheeks and teased her whiskers between his lips. To any outsider, they might have appeared to be locked in some sort of watery spar, but this was them. Exclusively them.