Arrow Lake Make me a perfume that smells of temptation

he lingered as kazimir punctured the ice, watching as she extracted her slim paws from the water and drank. his own thirst burned in the back of his throat -- and in bold steps, the brute strode towards her.

he was neither bashful nor hesitant as he aligned himself alongside her flank, a wary eye kept on her (noticing too the scalding rake of her gaze) as he did so. lowering his head, the male lapped hungrily at the water, savoring that he could both sense and feel kazimir's body so close to him.