Porcupine Ridge catcalls and mercy blows

ty for joining <3

Here came a landmark, not in the form of stone but flesh. Anselm sucked back to be seen so nakedly. Everything about this man seemed imposing, from the latticework of scars along his shoulders to the pocked flesh beneath his icewater gaze.

Anselm had spent time enough alone to be wary of strangers. He measured this man, and inevitably his egress. The chuff that broke between them may well be friendly, but Anselm did not yet soften his tense muscles. He chuffed in return, eyes and tail low but attention fixated on the male should he make a move to pin him.