Herbalists' Cache Speak your mind, I'm sure it won't matter in the end.

there needed to be no more words, and for this wintersbane is very nearly relieved. their eyes meet for a brief moment accompanied by a nod and she presses back against him, granting him the permission he seeks. wintersbane ignores the rational part of himself, that this went beyond playing with fire. he didn't care the first time and he doesn't care this time as he rises up, his underside fitting to the curve of her spine as his teeth seek purchase on her scruff and his forelegs lock against her hips, pulling her into the cradle of his hips. they are joined once more and wintersbane sets a steady albeit urgent rhythm, spurred by the heat of her and the intoxicating perfume that she emanates.