Duskfire Glacier vashkorr

a pleased squeak popped out from lousine as she leaned in, throwing an arm around his neck and entangling his fur between her digits. she loved the rush it gave her. the feeling of his breath against her lips. his tongue. she breathed him in and didn't want to let it go.

and then he was gone just as soon as he'd arrived, pulling away from her and leaving her only partially satisfied. lousine flicked her tail teasingly. i know you are, but what am i?

she stood up, then, beginning to pad toward the lip of the den's mouth and raising her head to gather any scents on the wind. she had been cooped up for too long. she almost went without an invitation (though he surely would have followed anyway), but she paused to swivel her head back around. she shot him a look and a sultry half-smile.

would you like to go for a walk with me?