Redsand Canyon Watching As The Flames Get Higher

He shoving her down and she’s snapping at his neck. It seems he’s more successful than she is at the moment. For the white wolf hardly misses her mark. He gazes down to her expectantly, a heat to his gaze as she mock pouts. Or maybe it’s a real pout. Either way, he’s chuckles lowly down to her.

Lowering his head to the she wolf, their breaths intertwine, he gives a long, languid lap of a black tongue to her muzzle. Looking her dead in the eyes as he does so. Casually pulling away, he gives a hum of approval. The noise is deep and throaty.

“It’s my turn to be on top.” He whispers sensually.