Sunbeam Lair you yes you

Olive looked wistfully at the horizon, leaning her weight into her front paws, making as if she were about to leave — but she really wished to do nothing of the sort — but still, her gut told her it was best to remove herself from this situation, with this particular man. She had Seabreeze and Ariel waiting for her at their home, safely tucked away between boughs of the sanctuary’s willows, and what was she doing teasing and provoking the Alpha of another pack? If ranks were to be compared, Stigmata far outweighed herself, as Elysium had no true ranking and all wolves were considered equal; the situation was nonsensical, as they were opposites in nearly every way. It repelled her as much as it drew her forth.

The hulking brute seems to mirror her duality, from the sneer on his face to his hasty inquiry — it was comforting, in a weird way, to know she was not alone in these foreign impulses. The misted druid turned to glance at Stigmata over a narrow, featherlight shoulder. With her eyes, she attempted to communicate a message: I understand. She did not want to leave either, but she must; and she must, because they both had duties to uphold and responsibilities that could not be squandered.When she bedded down with her wives that night, she would speak neither of this meeting of Stigmata nor their first at Elysium’s own borders. 

Still, the woman relished the moments in-between his words and hers. Wishing to pull every pleasure she could from this, she let the single word fall from her tongue like honey. “Olive,” she answered, her voice a saccharine treat, and sprang forward onto pointed paws and away into the underbrush of the forest — a sylph, not to be seen again for a long while.