Bearclaw Valley “What am I to you?”

Their entanglement led to a variety of nips and playful growls, with Alexander returning each of what was given to him. He didn’t mind these games—in fact, he actually preferred how physical they were, appreciating the soft nips and overall mouthy gestures that they extended to one another. He especially liked it when she fell, despite how he’d gone along with her, because of the position it put him in; he believed himself to have the advantage by being on top, even if it was only just a game.

With his chest pressed against her and his forelimbs on either side of her head, Xan let out a low, playful growl whilst his tail waved behind him like a flag. For a moment, he froze and sought out her gaze, the inquisitive glint in his own suggesting a question: do you believe me now? But he didn’t remain like that for long before he was mouthing at her muzzle, an uncomfortable and eager warmth spreading throughout his lower regions in response to their closeness.