Dragoncrest Cliffs Windchime

She pursed her lips when he named Redtail Rise. It made her think of that chance encounter with the man near the ravine over the summer. Prophet, she remembered, recalling the way they’d shouted over the chasm. “The rise has seen growth in children. We remain strong…”

I wonder if she’s one of Avicus’s, Meerkat murmured thoughtfully before a particular word Njord used caught the entirety of her attention. Canoodling? she repeated with an incredulous laugh. What does that me— she went to ask, voice cutting off when her husband abruptly put her in a loose headlock.

He proceeded to smooch her face while Meerkat halfheartedly squirmed and wholeheartedly laughed. Njord let go of her soon enough, straightening and gazing at her in abject admiration. Her cheeks flushed beneath her pale fur as she continued chuckling and shook her head.

Is that what you meant by canoodling? she joshed. I was hoping it only meant that and nothing like… Meerkat continued, nipping at her husband’s jaw, down his neck toward his shoulder, then smoothing her nose down the ladder of his ribs to the thin skin where hip met thigh. This, she murmured, eyes dancing right before she pressed her teeth into his buttock.