Hideaway Strath One fight AHahah

we can try and wrap up soon if you'd like? (WARNING: slight t-rating for vague sexual themes below!)

"Never," she purred softly in promise, the pale taper of her scarred muzzle gliding along the curve of his neck to nuzzle at his ears in reassuring adoration. It was part of the Saints' way of life that they all be skilled in battle but that didn't necessarily mean that every wolf in their ranks must be a warrior. She knew Vein could handle himself in a fight, he'd proven as much in their spar, and that was enough for the seelie -- she was sure that was enough for Kyn and Nyra too. They had taken Aerin in after all, given her a second chance, even though she had been completely lacking in any type of fighting prowess when she was initiated as an Acolyte.


"A lover, nae a fighter t'en, 'mmm?" she teased him gently after she'd finished cleaning his wounds, her body relaxing into his own suggestively. The spar had riled her blood; she twisted in his embrace -- seeking to curl into her mate the way a lover might, hoping they might tangle together in a different way.