Stone Circle every little lie in this world comes from dividing

so close she could taste it.

averting her eyes under vermouth’s display of dominance, the girl’s lapping tongue retracted as his toes clenched and he bid her to stop. 

it didn’t matter if the wolves here fed her. the better question was, would he?

he hadn’t outright said no. she licked at the snow around his feet where the blood had seeped, one ear attentive to the male’s postural display. 

giving a frustrated whine in return, the girl shoved forward and flipped over onto her belly, pawing at his lifted chin with one paw raised over her chest.