Two Eyes Cenote Come on, my Combat Chameleon

The man closed his eyes as she kissed him, the quiet swishing of his tail intensifying with each brush of her lips until it became a proper thump.

He does wish to stay, Machi sighed dramatically, raising a forepaw to cover his face. He is not a creature meant for grunt work. One eye squinted open to peer up at the ashen woman. Wrapping in vines this early in the morning? Naughty, naughty, Legend, he scolded, his tone light and teasing. Well, I suppose if our mighty mazoi asks it of me, I'm not in a place to refuse, am I? I simply must miss out on cracking my nails digging through piles of rock for the temple, he lamented, paw theatrically covering his face again. Such a shame, I don't know how I'll ever recover, he mourned, stretching his spindly legs out with a grunt.

He let his theatrics settle for a moment before pushing himself up and standing, falling into rank behind Legend. Seeing her tail swishing gently before him, he couldn't resist. He picked it up between his teeth for a gentle monch, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He wanted to hear he laugh again, sweet and squeaky.

Perhaps, he said, peering at her around a mouthful of tail, you'll reward my sacrifice by joining me again tonight? Your company seems to be the only thing capable of soothing my poor, overworked soul. He released her tail with a playful flick, trotting alongside her with a bounce in his step. After all, a wolf of my refined nature must be pampered properly, don't you think, love?