Two Rivers Isle he jests at scars that never felt a wound

His eyes leisurely explored her. They grazed the slenderness of her muzzle and brushed along the arc of her spine, to then fall against the point of her hip. She rolled then, and his ears shifted to hold her satiated groan as his gaze travelled across her flank and the curve of her rib, before returning to her slim and grinning face as she spoke to him.

"Jagwyr," he answered, pausing his work long enough to enunciate his name clearly in his gruff and gravelly tone, before breaking the bone's tapered edge with a loud crack. He rolled and crushed the fragment between his jaw teeth for several seconds, his studious and cool attention never wavering from her. "You? Got a pack nearby? A mate — hmm?" The black wolf lifted his head and cocked a brow, draping a broad paw across one end of the rib as it rested across the opposite wrist.