Hushed Willows Put a spell on me

The nip was all she needed. If things had been fully normal, she might have mouthed his ear and groaned affectionately, but instead she held back, bumping him lightly with her hip. There was hardly pleasure in her features. The fire around him felt weak and cooled in a way that was too sanitized for her to yet bear. She was surprised by his acceptance, for he had once hated the smaller canine cousins. She did not look a gift mouth in the horse, and strode forward to lead her brother to where she had left the little black thing.
It did not take long for them to find her again, sitting just in the spot that the poppy girl had left her. Valmúa's eyes flitted to where the pile of berries had been, then back to the hrææta. A small, curvaceous grin spread upon her lips. She maintained a fair distance from the black coyote, afraid of startling her. To allow not one, but two wolves into her abode was gutsy indeed. My brother, Stjornuati, the sister introduced. She did not speak for him. She hoped only that he was not now playing a game with her and would simply attack her new ally on sight.