Bearclaw Valley dancing with the devil

Evien offered up a smile to the other, tail swishing back and forth on the grass. "I think I hate you," he whispered, breathless with laughter and voice tinged with a certain fondness, even as he allowed the other boy to lick blood from his lips and lay on him in quite possibly the most intimate thing Evie had ever done in his life. No matter what he might have said, that had been very fun. Would staying here mean more thrills like this?

         "It was fun," he responded, leaning his head over to lap gingerly at the wound he'd created on Merrick's shoulder. It wasn't too deep, but it would need tended to. Evien suddenly felt a fierce protectiveness wash over him - he was going to be the one to take care of Merrick, of Fields, of all of the other wolves here he had yet to meet. 

         A future. That wasn't something Evien had thought too hard on, ever. What would he do with his future? He didn't know what had come over him - this overwhelming rush of emotion that he'd never felt before - this devotion. And he certainly didn't know how long it would last, or how far he would go, but for now? "Yes," he crooned, still intoxicated by the feel and presence of Merrick. "As long as you let me dress the wound on your shoulder." Ah, there it was. Merrick was bleeding on him - blood had so many diseases and this was so bad. Still, he let it happen, somehow trusting that this would be okay. 

        This was, without a doubt, the craziest thing Evien Kastner had ever done.