Stavanger Bay here, i killed this for you ♥

Rusty. Getting back in the swing of things! Posts may be clunky for awhile. ;-;
You got my 200th post, by the way!

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Szymon continued his gentle ministrations, finding a rhythm in grooming his mate that was as comforting to him as it appeared to be to her. His eyes drifted shut as Doe cleaned his face and paws in turn, a deep, rumbling sigh of contentment emptying his lungs. Pockets of tension that had gathered in his lean musculature without his realizing it melted away at their renewed closeness, and though he didn’t respond verbally to her sweet words, it was clear that he was only completely at ease when they were together. The only heart he wanted was well within his reach, he reflected, leaning forward to rub his cheek against Doe’s as she spoke of a pale wolf with dark eyes — one of Arturo’s wolves. He didn’t understand immediately why his rust-dappled wife had brought up the female — “Furiosa,” he repeated thoughtfully, carefully — but sensed there was a significance to this encounter and that he ought to tread lightly. “Is she important?” he asked her plainly, searching Doe’s face. Lest she mistake his shoddy wording for Furiosa’s importance to Arturo, “Like your Shadow or your Artemis,” he clarified.

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