Qeya River šesnaest

The ice water might have chilled him to the bone in an instant, but the warmth of his wife’s words dulled the nip of the frostbite, and set ablaze the mountain of affection he had for her. The corners of his lips pulled down, from his crooked grin and into a fawning pout for a moment, revelling in how charitable she was with her loving words. 

Awwww, baaaaabe, He crooned sweetly, the rise and fall of his voice somewhat reminiscent of a toddler whining. His smile returned. He shook the excess of water from his pelt and then shamelessly wove his way beneath his lover’s chin like an affectionate cat, knowing that she would weather the press of cold, wet wolfdog fur to her chest. He looked over his shoulder and winked as he wiggled his wet booty beneath her chin, careful not to smack her in the face with his tail.

Playful antics aside, he turned so he could kiss her cheek. I love you too.