Northstar Vale the tones of your flesh i tempered with pandyssian chalk

a soft, low chuckle rises from his chest and escapes his lips at her teasing.❝i'm terribly sorry my 'hulking around' is keeping you awake, tonttu.❞ he says in a teasing murmur, inhaling deeply her scent and letting it out in a contented sigh as she preens the fur of his chest. it lasts for a few moments until she parts, the chill of the night air rushing to press against him where her warmth was; now lingering.

her gaze meets his, however, and he feels the palpable shift in the air, in her demeanor and suspects that what she is about to say, what words would yet fall from her lips are of a great importance. attentive, the tundrian listens. not feeling that any words are necessary; instead, he offers her his rapt attention, a small nod given to encourage her to continue.