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

She swept aside, loped elegantly through the snow, danced out of Mahler's reach as he actively pursued her for a time. Encouraging him along with yips and whimpers, her peppered tail never ceased its excited sway.

When at last she let her partner draw close enough to reach out to her, she rumbled approvingly despite a display of ivory fangs. Plume flagged, Nyx grasped at the opportunity for a moment of control - of being desired.

But at his touch, at the caress of his lips to the underside of her jaw, she turned to putty and felt herself melt beneath the gesture. The tawny Ostrega scooted closer, nosed along Mahler's throat until hawk-yellow eyes closed over and she pressed her head snug beneath his own. Her growl softened then, an invitation for him to proceed.