Ravenshook Cliffs [m] Spring Fling

Chakliux would have his answers in time. When she bore her future children, if not sooner. Each had their own way to mend the rift that Argent had caused.

Her mind was far from these things, now as his muzzle touched her. At the curve of her neck, along the lines upwards. A touch of his tongue. She burned brightly for him. Dark lids shielded her eyes, which rolled back in their sockets in delight.

Then, his warm breath. Teasing the roots of her fur. Teeth grazing. Snapped open, she hitched her breath, plowing forward to embrace him with her arms. The Archer rumbled low, entrapped ear flickering, buzzing. 

She nipped at him. Along the outer pale cheek ruff, then along the trio of scars bridging his muzzle. Reaching for them, as if to sense their substance on a level herself. Like an explorer trying to peer within the dark depths of a cold sea for the very first time. 

Then she gave him what he sought. Brought her mouth to his, lips peeled back in a feral, fang baring smile.