Blackwater Islands baby, baby blue [m]

Kalika was quickly greeted by her lover's touch, weakening her beneath his sensuous air. A soft whine escaped her maw as she craned back her head to allow him better access to her neck and shoulders, though soon she bent back down to gently preen at the fur around his head. He seemed to always know when he was needed and what was needed of him; a good quality in a lasting consort. 

Her tail curled even higher above her back in a quick set of long flicks, fanning her scent in the northward wind. A low growl began to build in her chest, though the whines and whimpers it was paired with let Gabe know that they were of no threat, but rather a response to his kiss.