Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Atlantic

"And a good morning to you," the fire mumbled prior to administering affections upon her husband; Njal accepted these as graciously as he could, but found that he was still eager to breath the proximity between them - awake and raring to go, despite the night long love-fest. Her prompting brought a smile to his already bemused face and the expression turned a bit dark with mischief, even as he tenderly slipped in to a careful stance above her. There was room for her to shift if she so desired, however, Njal was so eager to continue that he barely gave her time - bringing his groin level with the base of her tail, as he playfully searched. Meanwhile his chest rumbled with a throaty lust, punctuated by the touch of his nose upon her cheek, his fangs sliding through the fur of her neck, and a plethora of other ridiculous layers of affection.