Herbalists' Cache but my aching soul

@Gjalla

with the burning of the evening sun, envious upon his onyx hide, blackfell sought out the warmth of gjalla.

his approach was silent until he was near, until the heat of him curled at her side, until his teeth found the thick fur of her neck and gave a sharp nip—immediately staggering backwards in preparation for her reaction.

an amused, mischievous look upon a scarred face. crimson eyes burning into her raven fur. she had been plagued with thoughts since they had returned. blackfell wished to ease the tension from her fur, and thought an adrenaline-fueled tryst may do the trick.

he too felt pent up.

come, hound rumbles when he comes forward again, teeth grazing her cheek next. another nip, sharper. you and i. a fight... he presses thick fur of his chest into her shoulders, bearing weight down upon her. he enjoys how she fights back against him. and maybe later...

he trails off. thoughts conquer his mind, briefly. they still had yet to leave for their seven day rendezvous out of territory. gjalla had not yet been in the correct space of mind—and her lover respected that. he would go when she was ready.