Swiftcurrent Creek Here come the meat sweats

Like most adults, this one did not require any extreme forms of submission. The only one who ever did, really, was his eldest brother, Trajan. Little Relonikiv didn't mind it one bit, though. While onlooking adults might think the firstborn quite rough and commandeering, the runt really didn't know better. Anyway, he was easygoing and complacent by nature, so he was content at the bottom of the heap.

The new stranger spoke to him and he grinned up at her, enjoying the feminine lilt of her voice even if he didn't understand a word of what she was saying. "Ohpi!" he declared, talking right over her. Intuiting that this was rude, he hushed, waiting until she appeared to be done before making noise again. "Lolo. Upuh!" He didn't even realize it himself but he was attempting to mimic a common greeting ("hello") and another word he heard often: "pup."

Her black muzzle brushed against his back and he closed his eyes, revealing long, lovely lashes. Relonikiv made a noise low in his throat. Nonverbal though it was, it was a rather unmistakable sound of enjoyment, encouraging Kaskara to continue skimming his delicate little shoulders. He liked being touched.