Boartusk Heights cherrywine [m]

Kyn’s eyes widen slightly when he hears her say that her would be lover is going to give her husband another chance. Even after he left her? Guess sometimes it can’t be helped. 

She buries her face into the cream of his broad chest. His fur has shortened, thinned out, and shed with the oncoming summer. Leaving less fur and more muscle than anything. Yet, he encourages it with a large paw moving to rest on her shoulder, softly squeezing her closer to him. 

I am not mother.

He understands. At first he thought he could never be a father. He’s killed too many innocent pups. Yet, so has his father and he had three to four litters. He doesn’t think about it much, his siblings are dead, as well as his father. His own mind is taken off of it when she nips his ear teasingly.

He chuckles, a grin spreading across his maw. “Oh yeah? I have a few ideas.” He purrs down into her own auds. 

He rises slightly, a playful aura about him, the Grandmaster steps over her and instantly goes to attack her neck with playful nicks and kisses. A position that could do badly go the other way if Kynareth were just a bit more sick in the head. He is, but he’s much rather fuck her than kill her. It’s just how his minimalistic male brain works.