Moonspear lawmother

"peace — be," chakliux repeated, brow creasing but only for a moment as he lipped another berry into the pocket of his jawline and kept it there, juice leaking beneath his tongue. she was responsive in all the ways he liked; the seal hunter looked at her and understood they saw one another, and this heated him with a sped pulse.
his muzzle ticked softly along her guard hairs, chakliux teasing her skin with an exhale of warm fruited breath along a soft nape which carried the stories of moonspear.
the seal hunter offered himself in the same way, mouth holding its amusement.