Sun Mote Copse Steal from the rich, give to myself.

Hesitant upward only until she promised him it was just for fun, Pippin allowed the tension to roll from his shoulders and fall away. Languidly, the Ostrega finally tipped his nose down, smoothing it along the base of her nape where he would nibble, curious about this mood she was in… and none the wiser to any reasoning behind it, other then life was falling back into place for her.

Nudging her toward the nearby brush, the golden-eyed wolf was keen on keeping their interlude more private than most—and he worked at teasing her flanks with sharper nips, eager to see how receptive she truly was. Nothing else really needed to be said, did it?