Gyrfalcon's Keep Night & morning with my tears

Her giggling delighted Kavos, urging him further to snuffle and press his muzzle immodestly into every patch of her midnight-ink fur he could reach. He might have chewed on her too, but because he lacked a natural sense of expression and otherwise believed that his teeth were only to be used if he wanted to eat something, he kept his mouth shut. The last thing he wanted was to hurt this girl, let alone treat her like a meal.

She was almost startlingly easy to overpower, though he was probably using a lot more force than was required. Hydra had been small too, but she was built with a warrior's constitution and playing with her had been like trying to wrangle and mold bricks. This girl was more like puddy -- soft, morphing, and pliant -- and Kavos relished in the power he felt over her in that moment. But he wasn't trying to dominate her. He liked being stronger, but he liked their game more than that.

He let her wriggle out of his playfully desperate grasp, and he groan-whines as she takes the top of their two-wolf dogpile once more. He rolled on his back in the warm dirt, and pushed her cherubic face away with his large, flat paws.