Larksong Grotto You're sweet, my dear

mireille might have bitten him had he been half so forward. she was tense all the same as he straightened to his stature and approached with purpose.
her teeth glinted in a small smile, a little sound of pleasure lifting into the air as his tongue soothed the wounds fetched by the glacier man.
this one, gentle as he had seemed during their first meeting; that hee assessment had been proven was enchanting.
the red wolf touched the lobe of his nearest ear as he offered healing comfort, nibbling gently at the bulb of it. her mouth roved toward the side of his neck where she found it easier to preen, enjoying the warmth of his body encircling her own.