Moonspear kipigniugun ⚭

Wind, the pale said, and around this word Jarilo felt himself linger with a slow, heavy nod. He glanced to the lightly-budded treetops, past them--heights beyond, and the skies spanning after that. Yeah, it's.. I've always liked it here, he managed enough to say, though barely when he blinked back to warmly watching Kukutux, he was firmly present, fortunately.

As it all slowly became less about the ground he could cover away from others, and more about what there was between the two of them, he felt himself hang on every sort of touch--given, or received, looking for cause and effect as he might leave it, and seeing how it sparked at his skin too. For someone so painfully reserved, and awfully duty-bound, to let it go and give in came against his usual grain.. though he could learn quickly, it was easy enough to just listen to her, try to be what she would want and more. Raised up all sharp, but with enough of an appreciation of the finer things, down to the tenderness of spring.

Though, he was still a stranger to everything as close as this. He breathed deep, for only a hint of the rush far different than the hunt or fight where he couldn't decide what else he intended to say about how he had always felt safe here, how there was much to learn, much to share... and, that he would gladly sequester away for as long as she needed him as hers--so he decided on suddenly, painfully aware of her furling scent that he had never been so involved in, his furs shifting and body keen enough to keep going for more of it.

She certainly had his attention and when she came beneath his chin, he went swift to deepen the motion; he pressed his chest close to her then threaded his muzzle over the back of her neck, towards the slope of her shoulders with kisses and nips as he grew a little bolder with each one. He could still be delicate with that unknown.. yet he was testing it now, though mostly it translated to a new craving while he teased unfamiliar intimacy for more sweetly-scented touch, and for more of her warmth that the rest of him missed. Though not entirely a conscious thought, not while so wrapped up such alluring newness, he angled the rest of himself beside her, his hip at hers, so close.