Stavanger Bay Just call [m]e shameless

Gunnar had every intention of refusing. As he had refused before. Though he had never been this close. Always going the other way. And though he opened his maw to refuse the words wouldn't come. His body was tired, his mind too and he was tired of fighting instinct.

The sea growled her approval and the goddesses laughed as Gunnar tentatively leaned forward and ran a muzzle along her neck and shoulder line. It was instinct that drove him now, primal, old and he nipped gently at the juncture of her shoulder and began a slow circle. He would pull her into age old dance and question his sanity later.