Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] salt plying

If wolves could properly blush, Pepper might be as red as one. 

Her response proved whst he was already suspicious of to be truth. And it only made him want this more. 

He was confident now, that this was right. Unorthodox in his old home, but he was no longer there. This was a decision made for the litter’s security, but no one said it couldn’t be enjoyable. 

Her flattery had him feeling like he could melt into a puddle, years of cultivating some hard persona penetrated without a hitch by her words, her warm voice. Her gaze. 

He would be hers tonight. Unapologetically hers. 

Taken by sheer passion and instinct, the wolf’s scarred muzzle found hers. Aggressively, he worked his way into her. 

He’d held back the night before. He wouldn’t do so this time.