Wild Berry Meadow A mountain of a man!

The nip was unexpected not in its violence, but in its familiarity. Somehow, she hadn't expected such an informal greeting - especially one that bordered on affectionate - from the ruthless young male. But she wasn't complaining. Rather, she appreciated the playfulness of the action, and on a whim, pounced after him with forelimbs splayed wide.

Alya grabbed him around the neck and covered his jawline in licks and nips, sitting back on her haunches like a trained dog. It was kind of fun to pretend they were secret lovers, meeting up despite the bad blood between their families. Much more exciting than Nikai and his baby sibs - though that held an appeal of its own.

(Briefly, she wondered how Nikai would feel if he could see her right then. Would he be jealous? Upset? Alya wasn't sure, and had never been taught about monogamy except by example. And, it was easy to assume that Amekaze and Charon only kept to themselves because they were the only two wolves around that were good enough for each other. She did not, oddly enough, ever entertain the idea that one of them might have sought others outside their partnership.)