Ankyra Sound La Lune

A chill shot through Svalinn as he splashed into the water behind Chacal, but there was a warmth and an eagerness radiating from his very core that did not let the coldshock stay. He felt young, effervescent; chasing after her was a boon to his soul — months of woe wiped away with an artful swish of her tail.

Bursts of water and sand sprayed around them, glittering the air and their coats.

She was fast, and jubilant, like the playful wind that birds dance in. He could feel her gale, lifting him up, pressing down on his ears, ruffling through his fur. It were as if he could feel her all over him, which made him realize that he wanted to feel her all over him...

Svalinn stopped abruptly, and he stood panting in the ankle-deep waves, shifting on his paws as they sank in the wet sand. He tasted saltwater when he swallowed. His body tensed, rebuking a burgeoning heat that slithered deep in his belly. We should stop, he called over the roaring in his ears, sucking in a great breath.