Moonspear inhale the stars, exhale fire [m]

Her nose felt sharper than ever, and her head swam with the details. But above the din, she found his scent, and it became the only thing she was looking for until she found it. The waterway made it easy enough and in silence, she drew upon him.  

Seeing him, tail flagging and proud with a float in his step befitting his status (as King, and wolf privvy to her in this manner all at once) roused her own up over her back as she slid into place beside him, a contrasting match. Time between them, even in weighty quietude.. she always held it dear, and swallowing thickly, she knew what was to come. He was far too important to her. Even if she never understood why, exactly, but seeing him eased her soul in innumerable ways with her nose so full of her own muskiness.

She growled softly and nipped the edge of his lips fondly. He stood steadfast as hers, and her goal swiftly turned to greedy contact. She snaked beneath his neck, first pressing her shoulder into his chest, then arcing around him so it was her hips next. Her teeth wandered, peppering him in nips wherever she could reach -- which never seemed to be quite enough.