Sun Mote Copse and my whole earth shook

the moment the she-wolf backs away, she feels tension disengage. her body language softens up until she catches -- a bit too late -- the warning snarl in rebuttal.

as she steps forward in reprisal she feels vermouth croon in at her cheek, a blast of warm air settling around the velveteen of her ears. easy, he says in a voice reserved only for her -- and it is just enough to mollify the awakening incubus at her chest.

his teeth nip at her cheeks, his entire focus on her now.

content with this, the blackbird settles at his shoulder with her head low and muzzle angled downwards. from between his whiskers she sends keshi multiple prohibiting glances, a series of quiet growls undulating from her throat.