Dragoncrest Cliffs Choose drugs AND hugs.

Val kept his word. The wolf returned to his mate carrying two fish by their tails. He set them down gently, then nudged one toward his half-out-of-it mate. 

He never enjoyed eating fish in the den. The smell was a bit overbearing, but an exception could be made. 

”Figured we’d eat. ‘N if you’re up to it after..” his tail swayed happily behind him. He wouldn’t have to spell it out for him. He figured by now, Phobos could tell when he wanted it. It’s not like it was rare.