Wheeling Gull Isle shipshape

"our quarters," erzsébet murmured softly, moving alongside ferahgo with gentle steps. she had not been to them, not yet -- her days even since their bonding had been spent gathering her pretty things into a permanent location and searching for her brutish handmaiden. 

it occurred to erzsébet that ferahgo knew what had become of the she-wolf, but the countess dismissed the idea quickly. there was no need for him to lie, or to keep such from her -- she trusted he would not, for what benefit could it be to the captain? presently she slid her muzzle below his; her lips she pressed to his cheek. he was hers to touch, and erzsébet took each opportunity to do so.