Kintla Flatlands [m] so please don't take me for no fool

The impact knocks the air out of him, and immediately he aches in the places he knows he'll bruise later — but it's a sweet ache, and welcome. He's far outmatched by Kratos in size and strength, but he makes up for it with fierce opposition. Relentless, he responds with his own bruising nips, a reckless toss of his weight shifting him briefly to the top of the pile of wolf limbs. It seems to surprise Kratos, and in the brief moment of stillness Zephyr reaches down to plant a teasing kiss on his nose — just before he finds himself unseated from his fleshy throne.