Sawtooth Spire He's a man of few words, but he talks a lot within.

He welcomed him to her with a low rumble, a sound that she uttered in return. Mahler, normally cool and collected, reached out to deliver a nip of his fangs to the Ostrega's pale throat, though he could not understand the meaning behind such a gesture. Possessiveness? She hoped not. An encouragement? That would be more like it.

Nyx chose to be lulled by the second option, pushed her snout among the dense furs of her companion's raven ruff to breathe deep the scent of him. Her exhale was hot on his skin, suggestive, and her mouth went to work in grooming his pelt as she worked her way from Mahler's shoulder to the underside of his powerful jaw.

It was there that she delivered a fierce bite of her own, not enough to cause him harm but simply to keep him on his toes. Nyx pranced away from him, slinking out of reach should he choose to retaliate; despite their agreement she wished to be courted, desired, earned - if only for the night.