Sunspire Mountains ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now

her words punctured through his post-coital haze, sharp as fangs. not in a terrible way, mind—but they definitely brought gravity to a situation which was, a moment ago, so dreamlike. he shifted to pull away and found himself connected still, then twisted with a small groan, letting anatomy do its job.

once the knot had loosened, he retreated, taking several shaky steps away before turning back.

aditya drew up alongside dawn, his eyes fixed on the side of her face. if permitted, he pressed his muzzle to her cheekbone, drawing it down along her neck, thrusting his nose into her ruff. drinking in the sweet, heady smell of her. trying to grasp onto the words she'd given, whether truthful or merely driven by lust.

it would be some time before he realized that this could become a problem.

fade out w/ your next?