Lost Creek Hollow [M] Drop-off

ah, ah. he changed from eldritch boy to lust! to desire! had carrying her a distance done all this to the fine bonario? silvertongue was fascinated, flattered, and for a moment she allowed herself the complete insanity of contemplation: what would her life appear if she simply ran off with this trouble-making kvarsheim wolf? he was handsome, young; he did not have to know anything about her. and yet — "si. this is my forever home," was what silvertongue said. but now, without any sign of her injury, she rose in grace and crossed to drape her spine over his forelegs, gazing up into the brutish, youthful face with inviting glassblue eyes. "perhaps you will let me make you feel another way, mm?"