The Heartwood blackwound

Sayf was content to worship Teya with affection, and he would offer the same to the man, too, if he acted to seek that from the coyote. For now, Teya leaned against him, her body delicate and soft. He ran his nose through her scruff and nibbled the skin there. He remembered the last time he had been allowed to touch the lovely Brecheliant leader, and it sent heat across his skin. 

His ears were turned to Reno, though, as he was also curious what kind of grit he wanted to wash away. It was a personal question, but Sayf thought personal was more interesting.