Porcupine Ridge birthday in noir

Because she avoided any waters larger than a puddle, and had reduced herself to the barest of a feline's self-preening techniques, there were obviously parts of herself that went less attended to than usual. Vuk's teeth behind her ear was incredibly welcome and satisfying, her tail thumping erratically and her head angling acutely into the gently attentive raking of teeth behind her ear. She shook away the shivers threading keenly along her spine, and she was eager to sing with the she-wolf after that.

At her companion's nonverbal enthusiasm, Diane beamed, tossing her arrowhead skull back and crying to the clouded afternoon in notes mingling between reminiscent sorrow and newfound joy. Vuk joined her then, and Diane's high notes turned fully into happy camaraderie. They howled and bayed, a sliver of sunlight exposing itself from between the clouds, a sun desperate to hark the dueted angels. When Diane finally stopped, she was breathless and her breast heaved proudly.

Without any preamble at all, she turned excitedly and began to lavish Vuk's scarred muzzle in beholden kisses.

Fade here, and new thread soon? :D