Moonspear [M] Dream on

Alaric always fell to nicknames in times of stress or high emotion. And if he awarded you one. He usually held you in his esteem. Although wolves like Moonwoman. His esteem and respect was too high to call her anything despite her name.

A small smile. It is. And I'm not a good wolf to fall for, but I can make you happy in the present. And i look forward to the day I can call you friend.

She grew bold in her own right. Touching where she could. Unfurling slowly beside him. A soft whine in return to her. He felt his own thrumig his lower abdomen. He
gave a soft pant. And when she intensified her noise. He reared and caught her tightly around the middle and tucked her sweetly and strongly in the hollow of arm and chest.

A gentle grasp of scruff, and a sweet shifting for her to get accustomed. And then as instincts bade joined them together.