Ravensblood Forest [m] salt binding

crowell stumbles back rather swiftly, teetering on swift paws. his chuckle thin, wet, and thoroughly amused—and impressed. the adrenaline still simmered beneath his skin.

he had misstepped, and she had swiftly corrected him.

aye, he liked that in a woman!

as she scrapes up the distance between them, chin high, gait proud, the man licks tongue across his visible teeth. eyeing her like a famished beast would a hard-earned meal. and it had been hard-earned, so he was not intent on anyone stealing it from him.

so he lowers his head, creeping forwards with a lope still boasting his usual swagger, and swipes his tongue across her chin. lapping almost... lovingly, in a way. a tight whine mustered in his throat. tail wagging playfully.