Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] salt settling

They remained there, wordless for a beat—the large wolf emptying, winded, but blissful. He nuzzled into her nape, taking in her familiar scent of her, taking in the unfamiliar scent of wolves he’d not met. 

And then they parted, bitter cold striking his manhood in an uncomfortable surprise for only a moment before retreating to safety. 

Four legs once more stood on the ground, although their sturdiness could be debated. The wolf had worn himself down. 

He met her eyes when she did his. His own had since turned friendly once more, and he offered her a smile—one without bared teeth, no hidden malice. 

There..were of course, considerations, but he opted to linger in the moment. What was done had been done, and right now, he had other priorities. 

He knew his style was..eccentric. But he really meant nothing by it. He hoped she understood that. 

Careful paws padded toward the pack’s daughter, and standing over her, the wolf leaned down, pressing a chilled nose to her forehead and offering a gentle kiss. A peace offering, maybe. 

Soon after, he moved to her rump and laid down. His body rejoiced at the chance to stop for a moment. Pepper cleaned the mess he’d made, an attempt to soothe any tenderness he might’ve caused in his voracity.