Bearclaw Valley [m] burning skies

when her soft sound reaches him, there is the faintest hitch of his own breath in reaction; he can hear the thrum of his own blood rush within his ears. he grows more guarded of their surroundings, now cemented in his possession of her—if only temporary, if only for the right now. she strikes him like a flame meeting dry kindling, and he leans into it, into her, basking in the heat that draws to life between the two of them.

dark pelt pressed to even darker pelt, melding together beautifully.

tvar takes it upon himself to fully close the space between them, each step bleeding with a red confidence; his tail steadily flagging in the air, each brush of his mouth to her fur more fervent, hurried than the last. there’s no hesitation now, no second-guessing. she had given him the go-ahead, and he moves without faltering.

eyes meeting hers, following her gaze behind her shoulder, tvar offers her press of his forehead between her ears; then he brushes past her, strong body to strong body. once behind her, his chest brushes against her back as he leans down, his muzzle pressing firmly to the curve of her neck. his breath is warm against her fur as a low growl vibrates in his throat yet again. his teeth graze her shoulder in a brief nip, before burrowing teeth into the thick ruff of black fur there.

we can fade and archive or im down to fade and continue -- up to you <3