Two Rivers Isle [m] hooked on a feeling

A tail swept under his nose—her approval and consent all he needed to practically fall into her as he swept after her, a smirk pressing to the corner of his broad muzzle. “With pleasure, Mrs. Sandraudiga,” he purred to her, casting a fiercer nip to her hip.

Still, moons together, and he was grateful for the woman who coyly led him now. She was a breath of fresh air—never once had she left him to wonder what he meant to her, nor to what he would mean for their family.

She had given him a place at her side—and as he trailed after her, his croon becoming a more complimentary growl, he could not believe his luck.