Northstar Vale I will find out where she has gone

Warbone jaw-sparred her every attempt to fend him away with her teeth, as fearless of her bite as she could expect to be of his. Her happy giggling touched him deeply, as it was a frivolous noise that by definition he thought he would never see in a fond light; but by some miracle, the sound of her laugh ravaged him, leaving him breathless and eager to cause her to make the sound more. The pied sylph dashed away from him, small and elusive, flaunting a rump he found was made rounder by the lack of a focalizing tail. He gave starved chase, his gait surprisingly light and stag-like for a wolf of his stature.

He shed his reptilian skin, abandoning his taciturn ways for a moment of naked intimacy shared for the first and only time with Saena. Warbone was typically content to allow his stoicism and physicality to draw in the women of his tastes, but from the start his relationship with her had been different. Soul-bearing. It felt natural now, to continue the precedent of being his purest self when he was alone with her.

She would turn every so often, coaxing him forward but just as quick to show herself the superior sprinter between them. He wouldn't catch her unless allowed; though it was not for lack of trying, as his single eye gleamed possessively after her, and his lascivious body followed in rambunctious courtship, begging her back to him.