Redsand Canyon Hope

He’s growling lowly as her tongue swipes along his furred jawline and the feelings go more south than he thinks they should. Then he can help the sultry laugh the bubbles past his lips at her next jesting comment. “Oh? I think I just will.” He hums and dips his head down to the crook of her neck. Teeth and tongue assault her playfully as he bites up her neck and licks along her ear. 

He even dares to trail back down, tongue lapping at her beautiful fur. He stops at her diaphragm and his smile becomes devilish. He gives her another quick nip and he’s pouncing off of her and running off to splash and spray them with water. He jumps high up into the air and lands into the crystal clear waters of Beecher’s Hope. He gives her a teasing, winning smile as he begins doggy paddling through the water