Sawtooth Spire i'm bound by the feeling that's so easy to fake

archive after one more from you? mwah

"d'worry i god id, my teefs are small ..." she said, like she was meant to pluck a louse from his fur. as she drew closer to his face, her expression transformed from horror to disturbance, to a look of severity, and then, like goddess laverna, the trickster grinned cheekily.
phaedra summoned up all the saliva she could into her jowls and gave his jawline all the way up to his eyeball a long, drooly, puppy-breath lap of her tongue. she spun back and giggled, slapping both paws on the ground with a playful gnarr. "all d' beddar d' give you küsse!" she declared, daring him to exact his revenge by blowing a wet raspberry at him and jetting into the woods.