Bearclaw Valley my heart is in economy due to this autonomy

selfish as always, astara pulled into his embrace. merrick, merrick, merrick -- what ever would she do if he disappointed her?

she turned as his teeth brushed her hips, roughly grabbing the thick of his scruff in a dragging jostle. come, she said without speaking -- the voidlike purple of her gaze meeting his hellfire eye. come with me.

their scents were laid all over this temple, in every place they touched. astara wished to express a more permanent marking -- one that would tell any wolf within the vicinity that they were here in more than simple alliance: they were here, coupled.

she drew her paws through the snow and sent another nip merrick's way, making for the centre dial -- waiting for her bear to consume her.