Moonspear One Must Hide when the sun gets higher

She had the rosy glow of someone that had been loved on so well that she was achey and exhausted.

Alaric had made sure to soothe any nips and bites he had given in passion throes. He had her pelt gleaming. But if he was honest he liked to see the pattern of colors and stars in her pelt.

He curled behind her. Tangling legs and paws with ease. Her words filled him with pride. He lay a kiss inbetween her eyes and shifted. It felt wrong to tell her he was well practiced. And made him sound rather loose moralled.

A soft chuckle. Well. I think you deserve the best after care. Thank you for saying that. Youre fabulous yourself.

A tease of teeth along neck and spine. Gentle stroke. He wanted to hum softly, but he didn't.