Gyrfalcon's Keep son of a sinner

i don't think i ever mentioned it in rusalka's profile but it's in kraken's. the shortened version: it's a tradition of dropping puppies old enough to speak and walk firmly from a high point into the sea. if they live they are granted their totem spirit and welcomed into the pack.

rusalka lets loose a deep throated chuckle, speaking in a smoky purr of that, i do not doubt.; breath stuttering momentarily in the hollow of his throat at the feel of her teeth combing thru the fur of his chest.

is it your tradition that a married couple spar? he inquires, his cloy tone turning serious as he considers her words further. or is it another kind of sparring that you mean?

a wily grin tugs at the edges of his lips, hidden then as he draws his tongue over the curve of her nearest ear.

this soft banter continues for a while longer, before the pair continue along their sweep of the borders.