Duskfire Glacier [m]wen se solèy la

worship, mireille flirted back, the vibrato resonant in her throat.
her green eyes did not soften, but they became mirroring emerald flames, nostrils flaring as she took in what fragrances dipped from him at this distance.
caution, always, but now caution was beginning to waver beneath interest. when he sought too much she snarled lightly, though her face did not remain fierce for long; when he quested mireille did also, taking his measure and the promise of his body.
the sea-woman pushed one hip against him, and then darted away, not slowing as red limbs began to blur, paws finding barely remembered paths along the curve of the glacier.